Your Saint Is In Another Country Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

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.

Then? "Sanaya, I don't believe in fate. I believe in myself. I don't care about religion or background or status. I just want you and that's all I need.", He held her hand gently. She looked up, "What if he is not the right one for me?... I… I never thought of marrying a foreigner, he is not only from a different religion but he feels like he is from a totally different world. I don't feel like I can adjust in his world… marrying a Christian guy? My family will kill me. And there… and I am alone here. I have only Clara and nobody else. This man is like a star when I can only touch the ground to look at him, what if he… he breaks up with me later? I'll have no way to turn around…"

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

I just nodded, clueless of what she’s talking about. “Well, then that goddess is here in front of you.” Then a huge amount of water covered her. Wait, what?! End of Chapter 3

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.

It's freaky waking up and there's this guy smiling idiotically in front of you. Yes, Tori, you are the reason. I look forward to sharing new memories with you. I want to create happy thoughts and replace this sadness I'm feeling. I want to face my fears with you, in this special place. 'Mom, I finally found her.' "Welcome to Los Cabos, Mexico... Tori." ---- End of Chapter 41 ----

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

“You think they’ll be sporty?” “I think they’ll be scared,” I whisper. His hand tenses. I’ve shattered the fiction of this day. “No,” he says roughly. I look up at him, the hard planes of his face, the slash of his mouth. “Can we really leave?” I ask before I can stop myself. He sighs. “I—” “I was looking at the documents.” I run my fingers over the tiny sneakers. “Just trying to get a sense of the business. There’s a Saints outpost in Brindisi, on the east coast of Italy, isn’t there?”

he said urgently while grabbing my arm. “I know that you have your memory. I remember your favorite tea, your fear of the dark, and the mole between your legs.” Janna showed up at the door. “The aircraft is ready for your immediate departure, Ms. Mancini.” I turned around, not casting another glance at the photos. “You still don’t get it,” I spoke to the air. Yet, the words were meant for Vincent, who was behind me. “I have never planned on remembering who you are right from the start.”