To Hell With Being A Saint Novels & Stories

He placed his forehead against mine, slowly backing up to look between my thighs. "You are exactly what your father told me you were, Braelyn. A needy, willing whore that would fuck anyone, even your enemies, if they came to pillage and plunder your cunt," Saint snorted derisively. "Cover yourself, and act like you're not some easy pussy that fucks anyone willing to touch it."

As for you Larissa, your heart is filled with nothing but hate and darkness and if you aren't careful it is going to overwhelm you and drown you until there is nothin g left. I am not some saint and I definitely won't take this lying down I am not going to tell you to have a good life instead I hope you all rot in hell!"

I looked at the deadbolt. "Oh, for f**k’s sake, don't give me that look!" Ignatius slammed the bottle onto the table. Red wine splattered my ruined shirt. "I’m trying here! I’m being the man you fell for. The one who protected you. The Saint. Remember? I was your goddamn Saint!"

But I’m not human, priest. He laughed. "You’re right, sweetheart... you’re not a human, right? You’re a... SAINT." Yeah. I just sighed. I had learned to hate that word and everything around it. That selfish God, those bloodthirsty, obsessed angels, and even mortals - the mortals who followed and idolized him. "If you must know" Samael snored "I was thinking about how I could use her hair" he said pointing to the unruly strands he had left loose.

My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn’t understand her very well. “W-What did you say again?” Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she’s talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn’t look like a devil to me. Or maybe I’m just mistaken? I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does. “I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul.”

"Actually, keep saying it. I deserve it." "That's bullshit. If anyone deserves it, it's fucking Hellion," Saint said. Ten filtered to the surface of their shared body. "I would agree with Saint, Taryk. Once again his machinations have fallen on us to sift through and survive while he gets off scot-free. Imagine how your Scarlet feels? Imagine how Kiema feels? You are not the only injured party in this disaster. If you have anger, which you've rightly earned, then turn it to our real enemy. Not yourself."

"Not my brother." It's impossible but we speaking about Saint for crying out loud. If his own brother says that he is not capable of love then I might believe him. Which is quite sad to think about. Is he destroyed and filled with a void of emptiness that he even rejects human emotions. "What if he is, then how would you describe it?" I ask. "I'd say, if Saint is capable of loving someone. It will not be as pretty and light as people describe the way to being in love is. Saint's love will come out as chaotic and dark as his soul. I mean if he's this crazy imagine him when he's drugged by loving someone else. It's going to be ugly, possessive, dark, dangerous and wild and whoever is responsib

"Nah-ah, you can't say no. If you say no, it means you're really mad at me and I'll be sad." "Yes!" I forced myself to say and he smiled. "I'll wait for that. Bye! Go home." He said and turned his back on me. How do I say goodbye to Saint? Until I got home, all I could think about was how to tell Saint. Because if I say I'm with someone else, he'll definitely come too. It's not that I don't want to be with him, but it's awkward, isn't it? Saint is really overprotective. I know that her Daddy bought me from her, but maybe this is too much right? I will not be destroyed because of my association with Psalm. He is a nice guy. He is harmless.

I smiled at Kazeal, “right. Right. I am the characterless one here, and everyone else here is so pure that they have gathered around me to see me get raped. And I am characterless? Great.” The awkward, stabbing silence fell on everyone around me. “Everyone present here knows what your Saint and Devon are about to do to me is wrong, yet you support them.” I shook my head. “I pity you. All of you. You aren’t followers of light, you are the ones blinded by it. All of you are dead from inside blindly following your Saint in hope of attaining salvation. But you will soon realize the path you are walking on doesn’t lead to salvation. It leads to hell where I reign.”

And worse, I might not get lucky enough to have Angelo there to save me next time. This is one of the things I should learn from the Saints. They probably have seen more evil and injustice than I have. They know what real life is like. They learned to control their feelings so they wouldn’t get in the way when they had to get things done. Now I understand what Angelo was saying when he told me we needed a plan, that we needed to act carefully against someone like Oleg. I just wasn’t ready to face that harsh reality. This isn’t some twisted fairytale where I’m rescued by the hero and everything magically gets fixed. This is real life. Harsh, violent, unforgiving. And I’m done being the victim