Forbidden romance between a nun and a biker. "Forgive me father, for I will sin." A nun, too innocent for the world of ways catches the eye of the notorious bike gang's heir, a demon known for his cunning nature. What could go wrong, right? Just that the notorious demon hunts her down, breaks down all her her beliefs and hell bent of making her sin for him. "My canary," he calls her, his intention clear. He wants to set his canary free from the clutches of the religion. But will the canary go with him willingly, or will he have to kidnap his bride? To know more, follow me along to know their story.
View MorePOV – Stella Grace.
"Sister Stella, please double-check if we have everything we need. If not, we'll have to buy it now; our next trip to this city isn't for another month," Sister Ophelia reminded me, her words carrying the weight of a long wait if we forgot anything.
We lived in a quaint town a couple of hours away from this small city called Gramvale, so whenever we needed supplies, a trip here was essential. Since regular outings were forbidden for us, the Head Nun had arranged for us to visit the city just once a month.
"I've checked the list, and we have everything necessary," I assured Sister Ophelia, whose face creased into a warm smile as she noticed my dimples.
"I never realized how much you've grown over the years," Sister Ophelia sighed, affectionately patting my head. I was merely a newborn when my parents had abandoned me at the church gates. The Nuns found me, took me in, and raised me as their own. Sister Ophelia had been my primary caretaker from a young age, and over the years, she and the other older Nuns had truly become mother figures to me.
"Well, now you do!" I playfully teased Sister Ophelia, and she flashed me another radiant smile, revealing her pearly whites. My heart swelled with warmth as I looked at the selfless woman before me, who had cared for me like a mother while diligently serving God.
"Sisters, make haste! The Head Nun will worry if we don't reach Caradoc – that's our small town where the church is – before dawn," one of the Nuns called out.
"You're right, we should make haste," Sister Ophelia agreed. There were six of us, so we always walked in pairs when roaming the city. It was easier to stay together that way, though it wasn't frowned upon if we wanted to wander alone. We formed our usual two-by-two line and headed towards the car that awaited us.
"It seems those lawbreakers are at it again," Nun Barbara sighed, shaking her head sadly. Granville was known for its troublemakers, and witnessing street crime wasn't uncommon here.
"Something big must have happened if there are so many police officers," Sister Ophelia remarked. I curiously watched the commotion: several police officers were chasing people in various directions. While I was engrossed in the chase, the Nuns chattered amongst themselves. I was so absorbed in the scene that I suddenly bumped into someone.
Before I could even register what was happening, the man swiftly pulled me into a nearby alleyway. He was incredibly tall and broad, like a towering mountain. He loomed over me like a tree, casting a deep shadow, so immense that I couldn't even see past his shoulders. When I finally came to my senses, I realized just how close he was standing to me. Uncomfortable with the proximity, I opened my mouth to ask him to move, but he glanced over his shoulder and muttered something under his breath. Then, he turned back around and pressed himself against me.
"Let me borrow your lips for a while, princess," he said in a hurried whisper before slamming his lips against mine. Shocked by his brazen behavior, I gasped, opening my mouth to criticize him, but he took that as an invitation to snake his tongue inside. Baffled by his audacity, I punched him hard on the chest, but the man didn't budge. If anything, he closed the distance between us even further, deepening the kiss as he took off his jacket. When my punch had no effect, I tried pushing him away, but he grabbed my hands, pinning them against his chest.
"He's not here either," a police officer peeked into the alleyway, but quickly looked away when he saw us. The moment the officer left, the man released me.
"You taste divine, sweetheart," he whispered, gently stroking my lower lip. I glared at him, but instead of showing any guilt, his eyes sparkled with fascination.
"What have you done?" I growled, clutching the rosary in my hand.
"What did I do?" he feigned ignorance, leaning forward and trapping me once again between him and the wall. Arguing with him seemed like a waste of time, so I huffed, "God will not forgive you for this sin," and stormed out of the alleyway, leaving the chuckling man behind.
I quickly found the other Nuns; they didn't suspect a thing, thinking I had just stepped away to get something for myself. Only Sister Ophelia noticed how flustered I was. She pulled me aside and softly asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just came across a rogue," I said, frowning as I remembered the immoral act that rogue had committed with me. Sister Ophelia nodded, letting the topic drop. Not long after, we returned to the church, and I spent the entire night trying to wash away my sin, completely unaware that this was just the beginning of our story.
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POV – Ryker Lance.
"God will never forgive you for this sin," the feisty little thing pushed me aside and stomped away, leaving behind her soothing scent and my lips tingling.
"What to do? I don't want to be forgiven for this sin," I whispered to myself, a smirk playing on my lips as my gaze lingered on her retreating figure. Her gown was too loose to reveal anything, which only made me more curious to unwrap her. Judging by how she felt pressed against me, I knew I'd love to unwrap her and reveal all her curves for my eyes.
"Don't worry, little Canary. I will find you one way or another," I silently promised her back, though she couldn't hear me. I thought I'd have to pull some strings to track her down, but not a week later, we bumped into each other again at the Church, where the Head Nun had invited me. As our eyes met, my little canary looked at me with wide eyes before her expression hardened, and she turned her head away.
"You have nowhere to run now, princess," I mouthed to her when our eyes met again, making her frown deepen. As she glared at me with that annoyed face, I couldn't help but imagine stripping her naked and having her against the church walls. Indeed, God wouldn't forgive me for that sin.
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A shiver, cold and sharp, traced a line down my spine as his voice, low and laced with a cruel mockery, sliced through the quiet air. "Going somewhere, kitten?" Ryker's words weren't a question at all, but a taunt. He knew exactly what I was trying to do. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run, to escape the suffocating thought of his filthy hands on me—not just tonight, but for the rest of my life. The wicked glint in his eyes told me he saw right through my pathetic attempt at a getaway.My mind went completely blank, a panicked deer caught in the blinding headlights of his gaze. I desperately searched for an excuse, any excuse, but my brain was numb with shock. All I could manage was a pathetic, strangled sound, "Umm." The syllable hung in the air, a testament to my total failure."Hmm?" he pressed, the smirk on his lips growing wider, a predator savoring the moment before the kill. I could practically feel his smugness, a thick, nauseating fog that filled the room. He
As I stood against the door, a frightened whisper, barely audible, came from under the sheets. “Who are you?” The little boy from earlier, the one with the haunted eyes, was huddled beneath the quilt, his small body trembling. Only his face was visible, peeking out from the folds of the fabric, a mask of pure terror. My heart ached for him. He was just a child, and he was as trapped and terrified as I was. A wave of empathy washed over me as I moved closer to him.“Hi,” I said gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “I won't hurt you.” My movements were slow and deliberate as I inched closer, giving him the space and time he needed to process my presence. I sat on the plush armchair nearby, and instead of pushing him, I simply waited. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken fears and the heavy weight of our shared situation. I let it be, hoping he would understand that I was not a threat.The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. Slowly, with immens
Lost in the swirling storm of my own thoughts, I hadn’t heard the soft, ominous click of the bathroom door unlatching. The sound, almost swallowed by my distraction, was a harbinger of the dread to come. I froze, my body tensing as a sickeningly familiar figure sauntered in. That bastard, Ryker, holding a spare key with the casualness of a man who owned everything he saw. A smug smirk, so utterly confident and vile, stretched across his face as he took in the sight of me. My heart, which had been beating a gentle rhythm, now pounded a frantic, terrified drum against my ribs. The sound of his shoes, a slow, deliberate click on the cold tile floor, was all the warning I got before he was upon me.I screamed, a shrill, helpless sound, and spun around, my hands instinctively flying to cover my body. It was a pathetic, futile gesture. The flimsy lace undergarments the maids had forced me into revealed everything, offering no solace or real coverage. His eyes, dark and predatory, dilated a
“The boy stays here, in this mansion, where I can see him,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. “None of your men will harm him. He will be treated as one of the family.”Ryker pulled away from me, his face unreadable. He turned to his men, his voice a thunderous command that echoed through the grand hall. “My wife says he’s harmless and poses no danger. He will live in this house, and no one will harm him.”A roar of protest erupted among the men. They pleaded with him, their voices laced with panic. "He could be a threat in the future!" one man yelled. "Don't trust him, boss!" another cried. Ryker silenced them with a single, icy glare.“Of course,” Ryker said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips, “if we are attacked, none of you are obligated to protect him. In that case, if he dies, he dies.”The men instantly fell silent, their previous protests replaced with nods of approval. The sudden shift in their attitudes sent a chill down my spine. The way they so easily acc
That conversation was the beginning of the end. My world had narrowed to a single, stark choice: keep my head down and survive, or stand up and fight for the women around me who had no one to fight for them. In that one gut-wrenching moment, I made my decision, and it set off a chain reaction. I knew it would change everything, not just for me but for so many others caught in the web of this place. The path ahead, I realized with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, would lead to a future that was both profoundly good and utterly, irrevocably bad.“Are these women doing this of their own free will, or is it the only way they can feel safe?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Ryker gave me a look that screamed I was being naive, even ridiculous.“They do this because they want to,” he said with a conviction that was chilling. He truly believed these women weren’t degrading themselves just to survive in a world where only men held the power. I bit down on my lip and didn’t speak, b
A groan rumbled in my chest as my feet, heavy with the weight of my indignation, thudded down the marble floor. "I don't want any dessert," I announced, the words tasting like sour grapes on my tongue. The plush carpet of my new room swallowed my footsteps. I grabbed the blanket, a thick, quilted monstrosity that felt suspiciously like it was made from the pelts of a hundred fluffy clouds, and rolled myself into a tight, human-sized burrito. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my brain to fall into a peaceful, Ryker-less coma.I heard a soft, familiar chuckle of a devil, a sound that could either charm a snake or make a saint want to throw something. I kept my eyes clamped shut, pretending to be a particularly lumpy piece of furniture. To my surprise, he didn't come closer. The silence that followed was a small, precious gift, the kind you get from an enemy when they think you're not looking. I could finally breathe. My tense shoulders slumped a little, and I was just starting to drift o
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