Villain And Saint Novels & Stories

If there had been no cause to be enemies in the past, Vincent has just given Viktor a reason to start a war with the Black Saints. "She's a part of the Black Saints now, anything before that is irrelevant." Vincent stated matter-of-factly, "If you want her, you'd have to get through the Black Saints first." "Are you challenging me, Vincent?" Viktor's countenance surged dangerously, "Why do I need permission from you to be with my future wife?" "It looks like you will only give up at the sight of the gallows…" "Can you both just stop it?!" Nirvana banged the table loudly.

Saint growls, turning back his grip on me tightens. “You want to take me in his place? Will you let him go?” Saint says, the Jinn laughs again, the sound makes me think of nails on a blackboard. “Not you, golden wolf, her” My eyes go wide “She is strong, almost as strong as you priestess” He says licking his lips making my stomach turn, Saint growls making the demented creature laugh again, as Saint pulls me from the room.

that explains all those auras and that bloodlust that she can control so well. And can he talk to Deus because he is his father? "I can only tell you one thing, sis, I may be badass, scary as fuck and all but we can't defeat Abby Viper. She has Deus' blood. Only Saint can defeat her." Abby Viper...and Deus is a powerful daughter and father relationship. And only Saint can stop him. No matter what Savienna says, only one thing comes to my mind. Saint is living with a snake. That explains their surname...' Viper' a very poisonous snake.

“Ah-ah. Not all of it right away. I want you to know what you’re going to get into first. You have to watch a video.” I bit my lower lip. I had been through the dark web, had gone into private forums and closed threads. There was one standard video that initiates invited by the Saints watched, according to forums. Yes, there were pockets in the net that actually made the Secret Sins Club a topic. “I think I know which one. Trina Cheng’s?” “Yes.” His brows furrowed slightly. “You think you can survive what she’d survived? I mean... you know what I mean.”

"If you come quietly, perhaps I will consider sparing this creature's life." "Whose life do you think you're sparing?" Killian’s voice was low, but the air around them vibrated. "Elenor came here of her own free will. There was no magic. No coercion. How dare you stand here acting as if you hold the moral ground." "The Saintess must be under your influence," Latvan countered, his tone bordering on pity—almost. "It is impossible for the Daughter of God to follow a demon like you of her own full consciousness."

“And as long as they are alive, I have leverage.” “‘They’?” “Dante Veyron and Aiden Blackthorn,” he whispered. “Two wolves who think they burned me out of existence. Let them celebrate. I’ll make their victory the seed of their ruin.” Ren’s brow furrowed. “You’re in no condition to fight.” Julian smiled. “That’s the beauty of evolution. I won’t have to.” Night settled over the coast. Aiden stood outside the cabin, coat pulled tight, eyes on the line where sea met sky. Waves struck the rocks below, steady as breathing. He heard Dante step onto the porch behind him.

“ I know this is none of us , we would never be sloppy. I know none of my guys would do this behind my back “ I snap and hold my hand out for the joint off of Joker. He leans forward and gives it to me. I take a drag and blow it out , looking out the window I think of who could be wanting to set us up. Shit I could write a fucking novel that consists of nothing but names of enemies we had. Once again the door opens and the last of my close brothers walks in Saint. He has his head in his phone , he’s typing out a text and when he sits down he finally pockets it and looks up. He looks at me and then across at the other too. Saint goes by that because he looks like the boy next door. His hair

I finally sighed in response and Zac hummed again, right before I went into a long rant of how this is only gonna lead to a disaster. Saint and I working together? It’s almost laughable. We’d end up fucking our very first mission up since we can’t get along to save ourselves, then that would lead to us getting dropped by the agency. After the call with Zac, I felt a little better, but still very much worried and panicked. If our boss hadn’t threatened to demote us, we’d have still kept insisting on being partnered up with different people. The fact that Saint also didn’t want to be paired with me made me scoff. Like there’s anyone better than me in our entire years here in this agency compar

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!"

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!