Your Savior Is Here Novels & Stories

A small part of me died as I felt his breath on my neck. “I will always find you.” I recoiled from him, but his hand clamped down painfully on my arms, and I screamed. This time, I heard it. My voice came out hoarse, and my scream rang through my ears. “Scream. Scream all you want. Nobody will save you this time. Not even him.” Not even him. Artemy. No. Artemy, where are you? I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone again. And then I saw him. Even through the darkness, I saw him. He was walking toward me. My savior. My peace. He was here. He would save me. He would save me from the devil and this nightmare.

She asked. Athena smiled. “We will name him after the person I will never forget. Without him, I would probably be dead… But he sacrificed himself to save me, and our baby. I will cherish him and forever be grateful.” She looked at Ethan, who nodded and smiled like he was telling her to go on. “His name is Marcus… Marcus Reed.” FINALE Thank you for reading My Savior is a Devil until the end.

He said in a trembling voice, “M–Mr. Stratton, we have a problem! Our core company servers have crashed! All at once! Ted’s expression fell. “What? Where’s the tech team? Tell them to fix it immediately!” The assistant looked on the verge of tears. “They’re all stumped, sir! They can’t find any hardware failures or software bugs. It’s as if... As if the whole system’s been hexed!” Almost at the same moment, the helper’s panicked scream came from upstairs. “Mr. Arthur! Mr. Arthur has collapsed! His pulse… He barely has a pulse!” Ted staggered as if he had been struck. His face turned pale. His company was his life’s work. Arthur was the father he revered.

I can barely complete my sentence before she throws her arms around my neck making me stumble a little but I regain my balance before wrapping my arms around her waist breathing in her scent that has become a habit of mine. "You are my savior, Mr. Bianchi." She mumbles in my neck making me smile. "You are my savior too Cara." I reply while kissing the side of her head. If it's possible then I will always keep her in my arms because she is the reason behind the feelings that have started to grow in my heart and for me, her happiness matters the most. From now on, I will make sure that no harm can touch her ever.

My savior", Who had fought for me despite having no relation between us. His kind act made me gasp in awe at his kind ness.I began moving towards him with an intention of thanking him. But he left even before I could reach him. 'Shame on you Siera! You didn't even thank your savior. Jesus would punish you!' Echoed the mean voice somewhere at the back of my head. Yes I have to thank him. Not only for saving me once but twice. I took a step towards him but before I could proceed he was surrounded by a group of men apparently his body guard's. And then I saw him walking away with the huge crowd surrounding him. What the hell! how can he just walk away like that?! No. Not again. I won't let him

He proffered a white nylon to me and I collected it. What a life saver. "Thanks"I smiled. "I'm a life saver, right ?"He whispered into my ears. That...feels eerie. But ,I reply him anyway . "indeed , I'm grateful " I kept the nylon on my thigh and focus on what Mrs pershing was saying. "You can introduce yourself " Mrs pershing said to the girl behind her. "I'm Savannah ,savvy for short"she stepped out with a smile. "Waoh ; she's really beautiful "I heard Fred muttered.

“Chester McHale… He told me to come find you. He said you’d keep me safe.” My head spins. Now that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again. “Chet?” I mumble in disbelief. “Who the hell are you?” “It’s raining in the Sahara,” she rasps before she goes limp, unconscious. The air whooshes out of my lungs. It’s a code. I owe Chet McHale my life, and it seems he’s finally calling in that favor. It looks like my past really has caught up to me, just not in the way I expected.

Russian… My breath caught as I looked down to see tattooed fingers wrapped around me. My heart skipped as I slowly lifted my gaze. And there he was. Sin... Of course…Because apparently, my life was no longer complicated enough. “What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, the frustration in my voice breaking through before I could stop it. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a quiet chuckle escaping him as if my reaction was exactly what he expected. “That is not how you greet someone who just saved you,” he replied calmly. I pulled away from him immediately, my pulse still racing.

They were solid orbs of white light. "Steady!" Malachi shouted over the roar of the energy. Sloane felt the amber fire lashing out at him. It scorched his shirt. It bit into his chest like needles. He did not let go. He looked down into Elena's eyes and saw the raw terror of a girl who had been told she was sick for twenty-four years. She had no idea she was a goddess being born to purge the world. "Stay with me, Savior." His voice was a rasp, his muscles bulging as he fought to keep her down. "Fight it."

“But that is not who you are.” I stiffened. “What do you mean?” He crouched before me, eyes glinting. “You are Nyira. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means savior,” he said simply. “The one chosen to heal what has been broken. The name belongs to legends older than packs, older than crowns. And when I look at you, I see her shadow reborn.” My throat tightened. “I’m no savior. I’ve made too many mistakes…”