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CHAPTER 27 — Touch Me. Sin a Little.
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2026-09-16 17:42:55
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The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 30 — The Saint and the Demon
ANGEL’S POVThe first crack doesn't sound like breaking glass. It sounds like the world has forgotten how to hold itself together.I feel it before I see it—a ripple of cold running up my spine, electric and ancient, like something buried beneath the earth has just opened its eyes.Vincent’s grip tightened on my waist. “Angel, run!” he barked—just as the reinforced classroom window cracks.Then it shatters.Thousands of glass shards suspend in midair before slamming to the floor, drowning out the students' screams. And I know, deep in my bones, that this is my fault.I did this.Just like I did the first time, when I woke in that icy throne room and frost spread beneath my fingertips like a living thing.Darkness pours through the broken glass like something waking from centuries of sleep, and the temperature drops so fast my breath crystallizes before I can exhale.The overhead lights shatter in a shower of sparks, plunging the lecture hall into darkness so complete that, for a moment
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 29 — Real Darkness in Broad Daylight
VINCENT'S POVThe moment Angel's hand closes around my wrist, the electric pull between us flares."That necklace with the eight lines," she demands, her voice shaking with something between anger and fear. "How did you know that design? And my name. How did you know my name the first day we met?”Her amber eyes bore into mine while stray chestnut curls fall across her shoulders, highlighting the faint coffee stain on her oversized hoodie. She looks like she might tear me apart with her bare hands. It's the most attractive thing I've ever seen."Say something," she demands. "And don't you dare lie to me, Vincent."I step closer. My body moves before my mind catches up as I close the distance between us. Her breathing quickens as the space between us collapses to nothing. She doesn't retreat, and right here, in that moment, I become certain I want her.Not because she's beautiful. Not because her delicate features fit some fantasy. But because she's the only person in my entire life wh
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 28 — My Lost Memory
THEODORE'S POVThe ice spreads first. Then the screaming follows.My knuckles hit the training hall wall. The marble cracks. Frost races through the fracture, swallowing the stone in seconds. Chunks of it crash onto the floor, already sealed beneath a skin of ice.The entire chamber drops into winter.One of my royal attendants—a fairy with iridescent wings and trembling hands—rushes forward with a towel. The towel is absurd.I haven't broken a sweat in two centuries. My skin has been too cold for that, for two hundred years.I snatch it from her hands anyway and hurl it across the room. She flinches. They always flinch."Leave," I command. The sheer weight of my voice drives half of my attendants to their knees before they scramble for the exit.The remaining attendants exchange glances, uncertain whether to obey a prince covered in frost or follow instinct to flee an apex predator. Instinct wins. They scatter without another word, leaving me alone with the wreckage—and the question
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 27 — Touch Me. Sin a Little.
ANGEL'S POVVincent's fist connects with the pale boy's jaw, and the sound echoes across the courtyard like a gunshot.I watch blood spill across the boy's lower lip. His head snaps back, but he doesn't fall—doesn't even stumble. Instead, he straightens slowly, running his tongue across his lip, and smiles. It's a predator's smile. As though the punch has told him something he wanted to know."Vincent, stop—" I move forward, but Vincent's shoulder blocks my path. His tailored black shirt is slightly wrinkled from the impact, and there's a thin streak of the boy's blood on his knuckles."Don't," Vincent says, not looking at me. His voice is flat. Controlled. The kind of calm that makes the air feel dangerous. His sharp charcoal-grey eyes stay locked on the pale boy, and I realize Vincent isn't protecting me from a threat—he's claiming territory and, honestly, that makes my stomach twist disgustingly.The pale boy steps closer, brushing past Vincent's shoulder. His dark eyes lock onto m
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 26 — She Knows Me
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The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 25 — Who Is He?
VINCENT'S POVThe pendant is still warm.I hold it up to the grey morning light filtering through my bedroom window. The gold catches the faint light, making the pendant seem almost alive.The eight intersecting lines etched into its surface seem to pulse—or maybe that's just my sleep-deprived mind playing tricks on me. I haven't slept. Not really. Not since my grandfather looked at me like I was a ghost and asked, "Who are you?"That question has been circling in my skull for six hours straight, tearing through everything I thought I knew.My bedroom is exactly as it was when I slept last night—expensive, minimal, and cold. The kind of room that whispers money without ever needing to shout it. Black silk sheets lie tangled at the foot of the bed. My laptop sits closed on the mahogany desk. The carefully controlled world of a boy who thought he had all the answers.I don't think I know anything anymore."The sharpest man I've ever known vanished mid-sentence. That's not amnesia. That'
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