All Chapters of Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Steamy Stories.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: Sanctum Abbey Elara's POVI stepped through the heavy oak doors of the monastery, my chest aching under the weight of everything I had left behind.At twenty two, I'd lived a life of reckless indulgence. I'd spent nights with lovers I barely remembered and days chasing pleasures that never seemed to fill the emptiness inside me. My last relationship had been the final straw. I'd been involved with a married man, and when his wife found out, she came at me with a knife. It shook me badly, and it forced me to look at the consequences of my choices. For the first time in years, I wanted something different. I wanted atonement, and peace, and a chance to find out who I was without all the distractions I'd used to avoid looking at myself. Whether a monastery was the right place for that, I had yet to find out.The air inside was cool and smelled of incense and aged wood, a big change from the heat outside. Sunlight came through the narrow stained glass windows and laid patches o

Chapter 3: Boundaries Elara's POVThe night was quiet, but I couldn't sleep. I lay on the narrow bed in Father Elias and Father Thorne's quarters, staring at the ceiling while Thorne rested beside me. It felt unreal, knowing I was sharing a room with two priests. A few days ago I'd been living a completely different life. Now I was in a monastery, supposedly searching for redemption, and I couldn't stop thinking about the very people who were supposed to guide me toward it. The irony wasn't lost on me.I shifted under the wool blanket and tried to settle my thoughts. I'd come to Sanctum Abbey because my old life had become unbearable. I wanted discipline and clarity, and a chance to understand why I kept making choices that left me feeling empty. But since meeting Elias and Thorne, my determination had started to wobble. They were kind when I expected them to be stern, and they saw right through me when I wanted to hide behind jokes. I couldn't decide whether their attention comforted

Lila's POVI couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours, and still I couldn't get a minute of rest. It was 2 a.m. and I should have been out cold, but all I could think about was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything. He'd probably said it to a million other girls, and yet I couldn't forget it.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard had left before the rain started, and at this rate they'd probably spend the night at a hotel. Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? Sleeping, most likely.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped out of bed barefoot, tugging at my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. A boy from school had given it to me. The kitchen was downstairs, so I could just sneak in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I froze and list

POV: LilaThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body felt warm and heavy, and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, shirtless. Last night had happened. It was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax's arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg was draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go.God, he smelled like last night, and that thought sent a fresh rush of heat through me.I shifted just a little, savouring the warmth of his body against mine.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I'd always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had stopped while we were asleep. I wondered if mom and dad's flight had been post

Chapter 1: The Wrong DoorThe clock on Elena's laptop was 11:47 p.m. when the lights in the thirty-second-floor office flickered uncertainly before dying completely. It was nothing unusual at times for the ancient building that housed half a dozen law firms and three investment banks. The emergency generators were definitely bound to kick in any second, but Elena still sighed in disappointment as she saved her forensic audit file on the offshore shell companies and closed the laptop.She gathered her purse and stepped into the hallway, using her phone’s torch to guide her steps. The power came back on just as she reached the elevator, and she stepped in with a small smile at her perfect timing. She pressed the button for the ground-floor garage and began to scroll through memes on her phone as the car began its descent.Then the power flickered again, making the elevator lurch in a disturbing manner with the lights stuttering. When it stopped and the doors slid open, the floor number