Who Wrote Saint Jack And Why Is It Famous?

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

Forbidden romance, age gap, religious guilt, obsessive/possessive MMC, manipulation, stalking tendencies, explicit sexual content, emotional trauma, toxic relationships, violence, threats, alcohol abuse, and themes of shame and obsession. ******************************* She almost died the night she met him. Once upon a time, Penelope Green lived for chaos—liquor burning down her throat, flashing club lights, and nights she could barely remember. But after surviving a horrific car accident that should have killed her, she gave her life to God instead. Now twenty-three, Penelope spends her days hidden behind church walls, caring for abandoned children and trying to bury the woman she used to be. Then Dr. Miguel Ramirez returns. Forty-three. Brilliant trauma surgeon, and divorced. Miguel has never believed in salvation. Not after betrayal hollowed him out and left him incapable of love. But the moment he dragged Penelope from the wreckage of her burning car, something inside him snapped. She became his obsession. And Miguel Ramirez always gets what he wants. When fate and manipulation forces Penelope to travel alone with him to Oakridge, temptation begins to unravel every vow she’s made. The longer they stay trapped together beneath the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the hunger growing between them. Because Miguel doesn’t touch her like a holy man would. He touches her like sin itself. But forbidden desires come with consequences, and when their secret affair is exposed, Penelope is forced to choose between the life she promised as a nun… and the man willing to destroy everything to keep her.

I never thought my darkest, filthiest fantasies about the Alpha's quadruplet sons would become reality. The moment my mother and their father left for Rome, I stopped being their innocent stepsister and became thier…offering. I gagged on Reign's cock in the confessional while Knight devoured my pussy during mass. Zion fucked me raw on the altar with his rosary wrapped around my throat like a leash and Cahiah the last brother? He lost his mind the moment I tit fucked him while he was still on his cassock. They were my stepbrothers — I was the Alpha's mistress daughter. The pack’s ruthless enforcers — I was wolfless, less than a human. The church’s ‘holy’ priest. — I was a filthy daydreamer. We were incompatible, they're off-limits and I was way below them. But…. Who cares? ⚠️THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.⚠️ AND TO RESPECT THE RELIGION IS WHY THE AUTHOR ADDED WEREWOLF ELEMENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING OR ANYONE EITHER LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL♥️

Araceli has spent her entire life sheltered within the church, raised under the watchful and rather twisted guidance of Father Ambrose who was like the only family she has ever known. But just after turning eighteen, she is given away to a man she believes is the great love God has destined for her. With unwavering faith and a heart full of hope, she steps into what she thinks is her wedding, only to be humiliated when she discovers the truth. The man she was promised to is marrying someone else. Shattered and alone, she flees into the unknown, desperate for refuge. That’s when she crosses paths with Luciano Salvatore. To her innocent eyes, he seems like a savior. But Araceli has unknowingly walked straight into the arms of the devil himself. And the devil has no intention of letting her go. What started as a mere intrigue grows into a deep desire and dark obsession that makes a man go mad and go to insane lengths to keep his little saint by him.

“If loving you is the sin that turns the world against me, then I shall raze this world to the ground—until nothing remains to judge us.” For centuries, Killian has endured a suffocating eternity for a single purpose: to find the drifting soul of Lily, his lost beloved. He has watched her be born, grow, and perish in countless forms. Yet, in every life, their story ends in tragedy. A cruel cycle of fate keeps them apart, erasing her memories of the sacred vows they once shared. In this twentieth life, Lily is reborn as Elenor—a Saintess revered as a deity, yet treated as a mere tool by the brutal Holy Temple. To shatter the chains that torment her, the vampire is forced to become the ultimate enemy of mankind. Now, Killian stands at a fatal crossroads: sacrifice Elenor for the survival of his kin, or fight until his last drop of blood for one more night with the woman who cannot remember his love.