Alle Kapitel von Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

POV – 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 ove

The next day, the morning prayer felt incredibly awkward. The disturbing images from the previous night haunted me, and the Head Nun’s voice seemed chillingly out of place. She prayed to God as usual, as if she hadn’t defiled the prayer hall the night before. Worse, the man who had tainted our Nun also attended the prayer. I could feel his burning gaze on me, but I kept my eyes tightly closed. I thought if he were out of my sight, he would be out of my mind. But the moment the prayer ended, he came straight to me. His presence made me anxious in all the wrong ways, and I glared at him as he tried to speak to me.As if my reaction amused him, he chuckled and turned to the Head Nun, "Head Nun, this young lady here helped me out once, and I've been searching for a way to express my gratitude, but she won't let me take her out for dinner to thank her. Maybe you can convince her". I gasped at his audacity and turned to the Head Nun, ready to decline, but it was too late. The Head Nun smile

The quiet had returned to the church, a blessed hush after days of noisy bikers. It was a relief, truly. But even the peaceful silence couldn't quell the turmoil churning inside me. The image of the head nun, our spiritual leader, defiling our sacred space, was a constant, gnawing presence. How long had this been going on?I wanted to confront her, to demand answers, but every time I tried, the words would lodge in my throat. My mouth simply wouldn’t open. Around her, I felt utterly lost, awkwardly fumbling for composure, and I knew it showed. After a week of my strange behavior, Sister Ophelia, with her kind, perceptive eyes, took me for a walk one evening. “Stella, you’ve been so… off around the head nun,” she began, her lovely face creasing with worry. “Did she do something to you?”My heart rocketed into my throat. The realization hit me like a physical blow: my discomfort was radiating, obvious to everyone, even the head nun herself. As Sister Ophelia waited patiently for my ans

"Good morning, Stella," Sister Ophelia greeted me with a warm smile as I finally stepped into the dining hall. A wave of gentle "good mornings" followed from the other Nuns, including our Head Nun. It always warms my heart to see their familiar faces.There are eight of us Nuns now, including our current Head Nun. It used to be nine, back when Sister Avery, our previous Head Nun, was still with us. This little Church was her dream, you know. She was a brilliant surgeon, a real powerhouse at a huge hospital chain, before she chose this life of devotion. She just wanted to create a peaceful sanctuary where she could truly help others. And that's exactly what she did.After opening the Church, she started taking in children abandoned by their parents, giving them a home and a future. She taught all of us medicine, so we never have to venture far for any emergencies. She didn't just educate us; she also made sure the less fortunate children, whose parents couldn't afford school, got the l

POV - Ryker Lance.After that unsettling encounter with the Head Nun, I practically flew home. My right-hand man, Travis, was already there, waiting for me in the living room, and the atmosphere in the house was so thick with tension it made my eyebrows shoot up."What happened, Travis?" I asked, already bracing myself.Travis let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "The new shipment's coming in a few days, and your old man is making it a living hell for us.""The Russian?" I clarified, my mind immediately going to the volatile cargo. I motioned for him to follow me, heading towards my "office." From the outside, my house was as common as they come, and the office itself looked pretty simple too, filled with model bikes – miniature versions of my favorite rides. If the cops ever raided us, they'd just find a bunch of wild bikers trying to live a quiet life, forming our own little town to avoid bothering "common folks." But what really lay beneath the surface? That was so