Your Saint Is In Another Country Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Instead, he blew a ring of fire around me. "Mine." The word seemed to shimmer and solidify in my mind. As I stood inside that fiery circle, I reached out with my heart and whatever mind I had in this realm. "Saint. Please come back to me." "Mine." "I'm scared." "Kiema. Wake up." Saint sounded terrified. "Saint? Where are you?" I looked around. All I could see were the rising flames. "Kiema" Saint sounded farther and farther away. I looked up. His dragon form was gone. I couldn't see his human form either.

Kaila said crying. “Am sorry” Greg weakly said as he look at the heartbroken kaila. “It’s ok.. just heal ok” she said hugging his hot body. At the Stan underground cabin, saint sat as his boss Stan junior stare at him. “Did you say anything to Stranger?” He asked for saint to shake his head. “No boss… I didn’t know what happened, he asked for my release” saint said for Stan to laugh. “Then how did he know you have a daughter?, and his men even came for her” Stan ask for saint to bow his head.

Okay mouth you really need to stop talking I tried finding to switch to fix me back to normal but I guess my Brain was to Foggy for me to find anything "Why would you set an appointment to meet Santo in a bar" I am starting to see my knight in shining armour for who he really is a spy His plan all along was to pretend to save from the creep and then get me to spill out all the top secret information "Woah hold on This is just getting interesting So I moved from been your knight in shining armour guy to a spy You can continue" He said and Poured himself a drink clearly enjoying my suffering "Can you please just stop reading my mind

I knew all of this because of the screen that suddenly popped up before me. This screen had suddenly appeared before me just recently, glowing a faint yellow color. Many lines of comments kept appearing on the screen. I could read the words, but I simply couldn't quite understand what was going on. It took me quite a while to finally get the hang of things and grasp the situation. As it turned out, I was living in a post-apocalyptic movie titled "Hell on Earth", and Scarlet was its main protagonist.

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault/rape and trauma. Please take care of yourself while reading. If this subject is difficult or triggering for you, it is okay to skip this chapter. SAINT’S POV My eyes stayed trained on the ground while Leslie waited for me to start speaking. I clenched my hands, willing myself to stay in the present. I didn't want to go back there, I didn't want to picture it happening all over again. “Saint—”

He caressed my face and stared at me for a while. 'I missed you, Clea.' He said with a smile, damn. I miss that smile Saint... 'I was so worried about you...' I almost whispered, he smiled at me and brought his face closer to mine. And our lips locked in. But before I could even respond everything turned pitch black. But I knew I was just wide-eyed, I groped for Saint and I felt cold when I felt that he was no longer by my side. Where is he? Suddenly everything became bright and I was surprised by what I saw. It was Saint, in the ring of fire. He was lying there and bathing in his blood, I looked around and everyone in the area was cheering.

I glared. “ And if I don't?” He breathes the words in a whisper into my ear. “ I would leave this country and go somewhere you would never find me.” I replied, but a dark chuckle graced his lips. “ You have no place to hide, Bunny.” He grazed his fingers against my cheeks, sending another jolt of shiver down my body. “ Even if you go to hell, I'm the owner.” “ I have no time to waste with you. You're a delusional bastard, who is sick in the head.” I said, pointing at him, before turning to leave.

The question hung in the silent, dusty air. The words caught in Mars’s throat. ‘Oh, I’m from reality, actually. You’re a character in a lewd book, and I’m trying to stop your murder so i can get back home, hopefully.’ He cleared his throat. “I don’t know. I just found my way here. I really want to go back home, but I don't know how to.” The sadness in his voice was genuine. He missed his old life, mundane as it was. “You guys don’t even have WiFi here!” he groaned, grabbing another book at random.

I turned around looking for him but no, he wasn't there and I had just experienced the greatest embarrassment in the history of embarrassments, I wanted Poseidon to send the Kraken to kill me, how the hell had I been standing in front of him like the idiot herself, after a few seconds I released my breath and that's when I realized that I had been breathing hard and that now that he was gone my lungs could work easily. What the hell was happening to me with that guy, well it wasn't the first time I'd seen such a good man... I began to blow air with my hands so that the heat would go down from my face, damn, I was going to work on it place than the God of the seas and now he had just had the

“A casa di Fabio. (To Fabio’s house.)” “Sì, signor Consigliere. (Yes, Mr. Consigliere.)” The driver responded by starting the car's engine. Their trip was filled with silence until they arrived at Sambuca di Sicilia where Don Fabio’s vineyard was and where the don is. After a long drive, Seth was able to see how huge Don Fabio’s land have. He silently observes the green vineyard where there are no people around. After observing, he turned his look to the tablet he was holding and continued what he was reading earlier.