Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

+25 Bonus Zayn jabbed a finger at my parents . Their faces went rigid with fur but he spat on the ground and sneered , " Peasants will always be peasants . Poor and pathetic as hell . Look at them - too sared to scrape together three thousand dollars . " Rage surged through me . I lunged , snapped his finger back , and kicked him hard enough to send him reeling He screamed while I barked , " Who told you you could point at my parents like that ?! " He had used my car as a prop for his little show , then turned around and humiliated my parents . He was going down . " Ahh ! My fingers !

The bones ... They snapped ! " Zayn shrieked . His parents , wide - eyed , rushed to him . " You little bastard ! " his mother spat . " How dare you do this to my son ? He drives a car worth more than your life , and you think you can get away with it ?! " Zayn staggered upright , his face twisted in rage . " Y - You really pissed me off ! Do you know how deep the trouble you've just landed in is ? " I smirked . " Oh yeah ? Then enlighten me . " " Get this car to start , or pay me 100,000 dollars for medical fees ! " His eyes flickered , betraying his bluff . His parents didn't notice .

They looked thrilled . " Oh , this is good ! You can't do it , can you ? You're finished ! " I smiled coldly . " Sure . I'd love to see him drive it . " " He's mocking you , son ! Show him he's wrong . Drive the car . Let's shut them up and get more out of them too ! " Betsy urged . Zayn's eyes darted around . " They couldn't pay that much even if they sold everything . Look at them . They're dirt poor ! " He forced a whimper . "Ma , Pa , let's just hail a cab . I can't drive with my fingers like this . " Betsy waved him off . " Nonsense! Your father can drive your car instead .

Besides , it'll show these peasants what a real car looks like . " Randall rubbed his hands together , grinning . " Son , I've always wanted to drive a beauty like this . Thanks for the chance . " All eyes turned to Zayn , waiting for the keys . But he froze , his face drained of color . " Not today . The tank's almost empty . No time to refuel . " His excuse tumbled out fast . I snickered . Betsy and Randall frowned and pressed , " But the gas station's only three minutes away . " Zayn avoided their eyes . I chuckled .

" God , how did the two of you get so old without a shred of common sense ? This car has never been his . " " Fuck you ! Where's your proof ?! What , you think it's your car now Zayn shouted , blustering to cover his fear . P Comments ப Support Share 1/1 Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.