The saint's Blood

The saint's Blood

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Jermaine Richard, dubbed as Saint Jermaine by the media and the populace at large, loved by one and all, honest, just and all round generous. A good leader, a Humble man and a loving family man...at least to most people, that is... To the very few who have tasted his true colours, he's the devil's incarnate, an evil one made thier utmost purpose to purge from existence. Eloise Keriseh had lived her life under the shadows, hidden from the public's eyes, never allowed to be herself just to protect the douche known as her father. Her life was bland and scripted, lacking meaning and purpose...until he showed up and turned everything upside down. Who was Thumi....and why did she....
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