Beneath the confession
When novices begin disappearing into the night, Sister Caterina, a brilliant, tormented novice fighting her vows, is pulled into a storm of lust, lies, and buried evil.
As explosive passion erupts between her and the charismatic Father Jordan Brick, centuries of conspiracy claw to the surface: secret recordings that could destroy the powerful, staged miracles, and a monstrous crime the Church itself was built to conceal.
In this house of God, every soul wears a mask. Every confession is a weapon. And the kindest priest in the monastery may be the devil they invited in.
A dark gothic thriller of psychological suspense, forbidden hunger, and shattering betrayals, where nothing is holy, and no one is who they seem.
I welcome you guys to St Eudoxia’s ancient seminary and convent, where forbidden desires burn behind stone walls and blood stains the sacred tunnels.
This is definitely an explicit story,under 18 really shouldn't consume this.
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Chapter: Chapter 32Jordan's POV Safiya's pictures were out. That fact alone had shifted the risk balance for everyone still inside the walls.I felt the change the moment I crossed out of my cell. Less casual greetings. More deliberate glances. The usual sound of bells and footsteps went on, but underneath it something had become taut.I took my morning offices with a studied indifference. Caterina stood where she usually stood, among the novices. Our eyes met once, in the chapel, a quick acknowledgment that we’d both made it back safely and that the mission of the night had been a success. But that had to wait for the rest of the exchange.One of the younger priests, who had not previously shown much interest in me, stopped me in the cloister after the service. It was a polite, pointless question, an obvious attempt to take my measure. I made a brief reply and went on. The watching wasn’t so discreet anymore.Agnes found me at the entrance to the scriptorium. She spoke in a low voice, without any intr
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: News got to vittorioVittorio POVYeah, suck on that thing, yeah!!!! Harder, sister, Auhhhh!!!" Please milk me hard, yehhhhhhh!!" I screamed as she sucked in my precum and kept sucking. "Damn, I didn't know novices fucked better, and here I've been wasting my money on whores."I shakenly brought out my dick and splashed my cum on her face. I dozed off immediately, waking up to a knock on the door.When I opened the door, I saw a man who was drenched and unrepentant. Don't tell me you guys couldn't get a regular journalist.We apologize, sir. Both the images and the journalist were gone. Before my people could control the situation, Brick and the Vale girl had interfered and then disappeared back into the monastery.Without speaking up, I dismissed the messenger. I was speaking up for males who still thought that rage might change the truth.The facts were straightforward and unfavorable. Outside the walls, there was proof of the financial trails and the manufactured miracles. The finely calibrated structu
Last Updated: 2026-08-25
Chapter: Chapter 30Jordan's POV I needed better knowledge of Agnes's current situation. The assistance she had provided us the night before had been genuine and timely, but I still did not completely trust the ground underlying it. People who had spent decades establishing a hidden system did not shift direction without first calculating the residue.The morning following Safiya's escape produced no instant alarm, which felt like a warning. The monastery maintained its outward routines — bells, prayers, and allocated tasks — but something in the air altered.Conversations came to an abrupt halt when I passed. A handful of the younger priests avoided my gaze completely. Vittorio was nowhere to be found in the regular locations. That absence worried me more than an open confrontation would have.I found her in the belltower around mid-morning. When I entered, she was standing at the tiny window, looking down at the wet cloisters. She didn't turn instantly.‘You want a fuller picture,’ she said. "I was ex
Last Updated: 2026-08-22
Chapter: Chapter 29Jordan's POV Caterina walked ahead of me, holding the lantern low, her movements sure despite the uneven surface. I stayed near enough to catch her if the ground shifted, and my ears were alert for any unfamiliar sounds.The service tunnels beneath the eastern wing were smaller than the main corridors leading to the Heart. And the air here had a strange weight, less of ancient stone and more of damp earth, old roots, and the faint metallic tang of water that had sat too long in the dark.We'd been driving for nearly twenty minutes when we saw the first evidence of Vittorio's troops. Voices, low and controlled, carried through a side intersection. At least two men, and possibly three. Caterina turned out the lantern at once. We pressed ourselves into a shallow nook, the cold stone against our backs, and waited for the words to become clearer."—she is supposed to take the orchard exit. We take her there quietly. "No mess if it can be avoided.""And if she isn't alone?""Then we handle
Last Updated: 2026-08-21
Chapter: Chapter 28Jordan's POV The last day of waiting had arrived,with a sky the color of an old iron. I was still thinking about the chat I had with Agnes when I woke up before the bells rang. Her motivations were now more apparent: survival came first, then the need to prevent more harm, and finally something akin to residual conscience. Although it wasn't the ideal alliance, it was nonetheless feasible. For the time being.I walked calmly and purposefully through the morning offices. Across the chapel, Caterina continued to be a silent pillar of support. We had decided to wait until Safiya had extracted the photos before taking a chance on another private encounter. The likelihood that the evidence would leave the grounds undisturbed would increase if we attracted less attention today.After the service, the bishop summoned me to his study. My father sat behind the desk, appearing smaller than he did even a week ago. His face had a gray cast. A glass of water remained untouched beside his hand. "S
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: Chapter 27Jordan's POV I came to the conclusion that I could not abandon Agnes's hiding place.I went straight to find her after the morning offices. She was examining a ledger in the tiny space at the foot of the belltower with the same attention to detail that she applied to everything. She looked up and slowly closed the book when I walked in."Father Brick," she said. "I was wondering when you were going to ask the more difficult questions.”I closed the door behind me. "You appear to be playing both sides. You warned me and revealed your involvement in Thomas Vale's death to Caterina. You told the bishop you don't believe the expenditure is still warranted. I need to determine which of those things are strategic and which are genuine."Agnes gave me a long look. Her face had become severe over time, but her eyes remained acute."Sit," she instructed.I remained standing.She made a little, exhausted sound that may have been amusing. "You inherited your father's tenacity. Very good. My mot
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Christmas in ashes
This Christmas, Elora discovers the one thing more dangerous than the monster in the snow…
is the truth buried in her blood.
When Elora returns to her family’s remote winter lodge for the holidays, she expects awkward dinners, annoying relatives, and too much peppermint hot chocolate.
She doesn’t expect glowing eyes watching her from the forest or a beautiful, terrifying stranger whispering her name through the storm.
They call him “The Winter King” a forbidden, ancient being who chooses one mortal bride every generation.
A bride he marks.A bride he claims.
A bride he hunts.
And this year, he chooses her.
As secrets erupt, doors splinter, and frost creeps beneath her skin, Elora is forced into a deadly game of desire and survival. Her uncle reveals the truth: their bloodline has been hiding from the Winter King for centuries and LIORA was never supposed to exist long enough for him to find.
But he has found her and he will never stop.Because the moment he spoke her true name,she became his.
Now, trapped between a family that lied to protect her and a dark, magnetic creature determined to claim her soul, Liora must decide,it's either she Runs,Fight,or surrender to the forbidden bond pulling her toward him… even as the snow outside turns red.
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Chapter: Chapter 69: Aftershocks Hallowpine doesn’t explode after the hearing. It vibrates,That’s the more dangerous kind of reaction.Explosions burn out fast, Vibrations travel through walls, through routines, through conversations that pretend to be casual but aren’t. By evening, the town feels like a glass held too close to a speaker,every surface humming with something no one wants to name.We don’t go home right away.Lucien insists we circle the long way, past the mill road and the river bend, where the trees grow dense enough to block sightlines. He doesn’t say ambush, but his shoulders are tight, his eyes always moving.“They’ll spin it,” Ruby says from the back seat. “You know that.”“Yes,” I replied. “But spinning takes time. Silence takes coordination. They don’t have that anymore.”Milo watches the passing trees. “People were looking at you like they didn’t know where to put you.”“That’s good,” Ruby says. “That’s the face right before doubt.”The presence stirs, slower now, like something settling aft
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 68: The HearingThey call it a hearing because the trial would be too honest.The word sounds clean and. Neutral,As if what’s about to happen is merely procedural and not a coordinated attempt to compress a living person into something manageable. The notice arrives before dawn, slid under the door like a confession no one wants to own.Emergency Mental Health Review. Community Safety Consideration.Elias’s handwriting isn’t on it, but his logic is. Gideon’s voice hums between the lines, sanctified and calm. They didn’t choose violence because violence leaves marks. This leaves paperwork.Lucien reads it once, then again, jaw tight. “They’re invoking emergency authority. If they control the framing, they control the outcome.”“They won’t,” I say.Ruby snorts. “Bold of you to assume they won’t try.”Milo sits very still at the table, reading the paper upside down. He doesn’t need to understand the words to know what they’re for. “They want you quiet,” he says.“Yes,” I replied. “But they also want wit
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
Chapter: CHAPTER 67:What they buried still breathes Morning comes whether you want it to or not, the light sneaks in thin and gray like it’s not sure it’s welcome, I stay at the kitchen table way past when the sun’s properly up, last night’s memories still looping behind my eyes, twelve years old, snow everywhere, blood that wasn’t mine on the ground, a prayer I said too late when nobody was listening anyway.Ruby won’t sit still, she keeps wiping counters that are already clean, folding and unfolding a dish towel like it’ll keep everything from falling apart, Lucien looks like he hasn’t slept in days, his eyes red-rimmed and restless, Milo just watches us all quiet, the way kids do when they’ve already figured out grown-ups are full of shit but haven’t decided what to do about it yet.The thing inside me, the silver, whatever you want to call it, is quiet for once, not gone, just waiting.Lucien finally breaks the silence, “They’re not gonna let this slide, Elias especially.”“No,” I say, “he’ll run from it as fast as he can.”Ruby
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 66: The thing that chose meThe first time the silver said my name, I didn't actually hear it.I just... remembered it. That's the difference, and it's finally clicking now while I'm standing in this freezing kitchen at dawn, gray light leaking in, Milo slumped asleep at the table because he flat-out refused to go back to bed.Memory isn't sound. It's more like something inside you suddenly sitting up and going, Oh. There you are.The presence gives one slow pulse. Not frantic. Not screaming. Just deliberate.“Cognitive barrier weakening,” it says. “Retrieval possible.”I grip the mug Ruby basically forced into my hands tighter. “Retrieval of what?”Lucien snaps his head up. He's been too quiet since last night,way too quiet,like he's waiting for something bad he already knows is coming.The silver doesn't rush to answer.Milo does,“It didn't start here,” he says, so soft it almost disappears.Everything stops,Ruby freezes with one foot still in the air. Lucien turns all the way around. Even the damn house feel
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: CHAPTER 65: When the mirror breaksThe snow finally quit sometime before dawn, but the whole town still looked frozen in place-sharp, brittle, like one wrong step and something would shatter. Hallowpine was holding its breath,or maybe I was the one holding mine.I woke up heavy, that familiar silver weight sitting right under my ribs, throbbing soft and low like it already knew the day was going to suck before I did. Milo was still out cold next to me, curled in on himself the way little kids do when they feel safe, which just made everything feel more fragile. God, that innocence-it’s the worst kind of shield.Lucien was already up, pacing by the window like he does when he’s restless. “They’re gearing up,” he said, not even turning around. “You can feel it. The streets smell different.”“For what?” I asked, even though the answer was already crawling up my throat.“Everything.” He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Last night didn’t fix a damn thing. You shoved the truth in their faces. Now they’re scheming the parts they
Last Updated: 2026-01-14
Chapter: CHAPTER 64: The cost of being seenBeing seen isn’t free, it just sends the bill later, usually when you’re already tired.The morning after the council meeting, Hallowpine stops acting polite, no more sideways glances or fake smiles, people look right at me now, some grateful, some pissed, most carrying something heavier, like they’ve just realized they’ve been part of something ugly and can’t hand the guilt back.Ruby flips the shop sign from CLOSED to OPEN with a big theatrical swing.“If they’re gonna stare,” she says, “let’s give them something worth watching.”Lucien gives a short laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes.“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you.”“Chaos is more fun with an audience,” she answers, shrugging.Milo’s perched on the counter, legs swinging slow, eyes sharp and quiet, he’s not hiding anymore, he’s watching everything like he’s taking notes for later.The silver in my chest hums soft and steady.“Post exposure stabilization in progress,” the presence says, “secondary pressure vectors probab
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
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