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Chapter 6

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The bell tower had only just ceased ringing when Mother Superior sent Seraphine down the winding slope to fetch water from the well. It should have been a simple task, an errand done by countless sisters before her. Yet tonight, the air felt thick, humming with something she could not name.

She pressed the wooden bucket against her chest and walked swiftly, her sandals brushing loose gravel. Above, the sky bruised purple and gold, the last of the sun bleeding into night. The convent loomed behind her, safe and high upon the hill, its walls glowing faintly with the reflection of stained glass. Ahead lay the path—overgrown, half-wild, bordered by weeds and wildflowers curling through cracks in the stone.

She should have felt peace. Instead, unease clawed her ribs.

And then—

“Damn it.”

The curse cracked across the air, deep and sharp, pulling her to a halt.

Her heart seized. She had not heard such words in months—not spoken aloud, not here, not so close to holy ground. It fel
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  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 6

    The bell tower had only just ceased ringing when Mother Superior sent Seraphine down the winding slope to fetch water from the well. It should have been a simple task, an errand done by countless sisters before her. Yet tonight, the air felt thick, humming with something she could not name. She pressed the wooden bucket against her chest and walked swiftly, her sandals brushing loose gravel. Above, the sky bruised purple and gold, the last of the sun bleeding into night. The convent loomed behind her, safe and high upon the hill, its walls glowing faintly with the reflection of stained glass. Ahead lay the path—overgrown, half-wild, bordered by weeds and wildflowers curling through cracks in the stone. She should have felt peace. Instead, unease clawed her ribs. And then— “Damn it.” The curse cracked across the air, deep and sharp, pulling her to a halt. Her heart seized. She had not heard such words in months—not spoken aloud, not here, not so close to holy ground. It fel

  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 5

    Sleep did not cradle her gently.It consumed her.Dragged beneath dark waters, Seraphine felt her rosary coiled around her palm like chains. But chains snapped easily in dreams.The chapel stretched into infinity—towering arches, stained glass bleeding rivers of color across cold marble. Crimson pooled like blood, sapphire dripped like midnight, gold blazed like fire. Incense smoke coiled thick and heavy, clinging to her lungs, to her skin.Barefoot, she walked the aisle. Each step echoed too loud, her habit brushing her ankles, veil trailing like spilled ink.Then—footsteps behind her.Measured. Steady. Certain.Her heart lurched. She turned—darkness veiled him. Only flashes reached her: the breadth of shoulders, the gleam of leather shoes, the curve of a hand flexing at his side. She couldn't see his face, yet she felt his gaze, searing through every layer of fabric.Her lips parted on a breath."Sister," he said.The voice slipped through the silence, low and velvety, wrapping her

  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 4

    The rest of the day passed in ritual. Scripture readings echoed through the chapel until her lips moved from memory rather than meaning. Chores blurred into one another—laundry in cold water, sweeping endless corridors, mending habits worn thin by years of use. The rhythm should have been grounding. Familiar. Holy.But everywhere she turned, the shadow of that man lingered.In the chapel, the stained glass poured crimson and gold across the pews, yet Seraphine felt only the heat of remembered words pressed low into her ear. Smooth. Commanding. As though they had been spoken just for her.During vespers, she caught herself stumbling, the syllables faltering on her tongue. Her voice, meant for God alone, betrayed her. Her mind wandered back to the stranger, back to the cadence of his tone. It clung to her like incense smoke, thick and sweet, seeping beneath her skin no matter how tightly she folded her hands.Her head bowed deeper, breath uneven. "Lord, cleanse me," she whispered, the w

  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 3

    Morning broke with the toll of the bells. The sound rang heavy through the monastery, echoing over stone and wood, pulling the sisters out of slumber.Seraphine opened her eyes slowly, her lashes brushing against the cold pillow. Her body ached with exhaustion, though she had barely slept at all. Each time she drifted close to rest, the memory of that voice seeped back into her mind, smooth and unyielding.She rose, forcing her bones to obey the rhythm of ritual. The veil over her head, the habit snug around her body—armor against thoughts that had no right to linger.By the time she entered the refectory, the air was alive with chatter. The younger nuns were gathered at the long table, their plates lined with simple bread and cheese. Laughter bubbled in the corners, scandalous whispers hidden beneath lowered voices."Seraphine!" one of them, Sister Agnes, called brightly, waving her over with crumbs at the edge of her mouth. She was barely twenty, with cheeks that flushed pink at eve

  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 2

    Mother Cecily's glare silenced them for a beat, but Sister Rosa, one of the novices, raised her hand timidly. "What if he is a benefactor?" she asked. "What if he came to give us land, or money for the poor?"Agnes snorted. "Benefactor? Did you see the way he carried himself? That's not a man who gives. That's a man who takes,"Gasps rippled, and Rosa turned crimson, bowing her head."Agnes," Seraphine finally spoke, her voice soft but firm. She kept her eyes on the table, not daring to meet theirs. "You speak too boldly. Be careful. Words have weight."Agnes leaned forward, studying Seraphine with a sly smile. "And you, Sister Seraphine, didn't you feel it? The air? The silence wasn't silence anymore when he entered."Seraphine's lips parted, but no words came. It's not that she's afraid or something, she just can't find the right word to say. She have her own opinions too, but keeping quite in times like this make it better. One wrong word, she's going to be on the hot seat—being t

  • SISTER SERAPHINE: THE UNHOLY NUN   Chapter 1

    The morning bells tolled with a solemn cry, spilling through the high stone walls of Saint Meridia. They pulled every sister out of slumber, their echoes threading through the halls like reminders of obedience.Sister Seraphine rose quietly from her narrow bed, the sheets cold against her skin. She wrapped her veil with steady hands, fingers brushing over her collarbone where the habit pressed—a reminder of the vow she wore like armor. Her reflection in the small, cracked mirror looked fragile: pale skin, lashes still damp with sleep, lips bitten from restless dreams. Yet her eyes—hazel and tired—were the only thing that betrayed her.She whispered to herself, as she always did."Today, no weakness."The convent demanded silence until after morning prayers, but silence had never been her refuge. It was her torment. Every quiet moment was a space where memory clawed back.She carried her rosary close as she walked toward the chapel, her sandals soft against the stone. The corridor sme

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