Your Saint Is In Another Country Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Serafina’s Pov ⁠♡ The barn was supposed to be empty. Old, forgotten, behind the church grounds—used for storing hay and broken pews. No one came here. I never did too. Until today. The day I would finally give all of me to the naughty priest. Father Matteo. He grabbed my waist, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and slammed my back against the rough wooden wall. I screeched in excitement, my stomach bubbled and curled into that familiar thread of warmth.

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.

MIA Saint took a step closer, lust and evil filled in his eyes. My breathing increased because of fear. There was nothing around that I could use to defend myself, unlike the first incident in Keith’s study in his mansion. Aside from the places Tommy had shown me, I didn’t know anywhere else, so where would I run to? How would I escape Saint, especially with the determination in him to get a hold of me? I stepped back as Saint tried to come closer, and just when I opened my mouth to plead with him to leave me alone, I got interrupted, thankfully.

The man who used to worship you was long gone. "Good night." With that quiet farewell, I turned toward the door. Behind me, her voice cracked into fury. "Enough, Sebastian! What do you even want from me? What else do you expect me to do? You want me, a woman, to beg you for this?" A goddess begging a mortal? I never imagined it. "Of course not," I said, glancing over my shoulder. "You're the untouchable Saintess. I'm just a man, far too low to reach you."

Maybe saints didn’t live in statues, but in stubborn girls who sang lullabies to their own shadows. Thunder growled in the distance, the Saints’ answer to my retreat. But this time, the storm felt different—not an end, but a beginning. ******

My fingers find their way to my mouth, a habit I found myself doing whenever I was scared. What if he decided to get a divorce? What if he stopped helping me and then went ahead with the lawsuit? I leapt up from the chair before hurrying to his closed door. I would beg him if I had to. I needed him. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door opened and Saint appeared at the doorway. I was so shocked at his presence that I sprang back and lost my footing. Saint caught me by the waist before I could hit the ground. I clutched onto his forearm and pulled myself up before pushing away from him.

Saoirse asked, a fierce smile touching her lips. "And then," Tristan said, looking past her, out the window toward the dark, sprawling expanse of the Eastern Empire. "We march." End of Chapter 41

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.