Your Saint Is In Another Country Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Starlight smiled and disappeared into her room. “Dammit,” he growled, picking up his key and resting his forehead on the hotel room door. She’d gone off to California and hung out with firemen? And did tequila shots? And who knows what else…! And then she came back wearing… what she was wearing. Elijah adjusted himself, his erection pressing against his already fitted pants. He tried his key. It didn’t work. “What the hell…” He tried again. Still nothing. Elijah punched the wall.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

He wanted the world to see what he had reduced me to. A choking pressure burned behind my eyes. The air felt thick, like I was drowning in it. I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to keep the sob from breaking out, but it escaped anyway—small, shattered, humiliating. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I had to leave. This house I’ve been trapped in. Salvatore. His world wasn't so graceful to people like me. The light had suddenly gone out and my brain made a decision for me before I realized what was happening. I slipped my phone into my pocket and bolted through the door.

A saint who lost her family, The greedy King swore to the saint. The origin of power and light. Dark and White. Samantha realizes the first saint. She never died. Then where is the first saint? Samantha opened her eyes but was only greeted by a torch. Someone is carrying her like a sack. 'impossible' she thought, she was in the royal library. The palace has a protection spell and an unauthorized persona is not allowed to enter. They will be burned before even stepping on the marble floor.

And I was not disappointed, in a flash, he came to save me. All the lights went out all over Manila along with his strong presence behind us. When I looked at it, Saint was there, wearing no top and carrying his sword which was now on fire again. Even his eyes were on fire with anger when our eyes met. "Help me, Saint," I said softly. At the same time, my tears flowed again. And it seems to be one of the signals for Saint to scramble the greed soul. But the greed soul was smart, he immediately let go of me which caused me to quickly fall. However, I saw how Saint slash the body of the greed soul before jumping after me.

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This Chapter is R:18 (Slightly) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Cali~ This man in front of me is just a figment of my imagination. No one dared steal a kiss from me before. The sad part is, I am enjoying this kiss more than I should. This gorgeous stranger should drift in my life like a tourist… a passer-by and nothing more.

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.”

“They’re all gone. What should I do? This wasn’t supposed to happen.” “Time to pull the Goddess card, Kas.” She says as the hair on her back bristles. “This is war, and we need to do it your way.” I open my eyes slowly. Musky coffee and dark chocolate fill the air. Saint? I reach up and feel his powerful arms secured around me, holding me tight against his chest. I take another breath and smell lavender and pine. I’m finally reunited with my babies. A sense of relief washes over me. I don’t know where we are, but I have everything in the world I could possibly want close by. I settle in to use Saint’s biceps as a pillow, but remember I need to tell someone about my vision before I forget the

“I didn’t mean it. Stay with me.” A warm arm encircled her shoulders and she looked gratefully up to Centra, who had witnessed her heartbreak. Centra’s presence and demeanor said she was there for Clarissa. But she still felt terribly and utterly alone. As if reading her mind, Centra spoke. “Awaken, my dear. Stefan awaits you.” It was night in a dark, ugly city. Poverty and dirt clung heavily to the walls, as the smell of poor hygiene filled her nose. Stefan limped through the city, bleeding and bruised.