My Second Life as The Saintess

I died with his rope around my neck. Now, I’m reborn into the body of his holy Saintess, and I’m going to make him bleed. ‎ ‎I was supposed to play the quiet, pristine maiden. Instead, my soul smelled like heresy, and I was dragged into the dark beneath the sanctuary for daily “purity tests.” ‎ ‎Behind locked doors, every encounter is a razor’s edge. He demands my obedience while our magic collides like wildfire, leaving us Burnt. ‎ ‎He thinks he’s breaking a fragile girl. He has no idea he’s playing with the ghost of the thief he murdered five years ago. ‎ ‎But patience… ‎ ‎I’ll let him slowly choke on his own darkness. Let him press his lips to my skin and mistake my hatred for surrender. ‎ ‎Then I’ll sneak a thorny leash on his neck and drag him to hell with me. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: My Second Life as The Saintess — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠