All Chapters of The Nun's Vow To The Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CONTENT WARNING: 18+This story contains dark themes including: sexual trafficking, dubious consent, drug use, BDSM, violence, religious trauma, abuse, and morally gray characters. The relationship begins with coercion and power imbalance.Reader discretion advised.****Father was going to kill me if he found out that I had snuck out to kiss a boy on a public bridge. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I have had a crush on him the longest. I wanted this feeling. It felt so good the way his hands pulled me closer against him. His hard dick pushed hard against my lower belly. I gulped, moaning in pleasure as his tongue dragged hot against my neck and I tilted my head back without thinking, a small sound leaving me before I could stop it. The night was cold, but every place he touched me burned hot. Julien’s breath spilled against my ear, his hands running down my spine grabbing my butt and then his mouth was at my collarbone, teeth grazing, tongue smoothing over the sting. My

When I arrived at Sacred Mercy, Margaret had been my only friend. She was the only one who dared to speak to me.No one wanted to be associated with a girl who was found at a bridge about to end her life.They believed I was a demon.A demon of despair.A lot of prayers were done on me, but even before then Margaret had talked to me. She had helped me bathe. Cleaned me up. Treated me like a human being.Seeing her innocent green eyes filled with tears, begging me for a favor I could not fulfill, broke my heart."Celeste… you… you would rather see me thrown to him than take my place?" Her voice cracked, hands shaking.I swallowed hard, my own hands trembling. "Margaret… what you're asking—""You're stronger than me!" she cut in, clutching at my sleeves. "You're always stronger. You can survive him. I can't. Please!"She pressed her forehead to my shoulder like a child. "I've seen what he does. The other girls. They come back broken. Some don't come back at all. I'll die, Celeste. I swe

"This clothes…" I whispered to myself, my eyes running down the revealing white lace. "Stop staring and put it on," Sister Beatrice snapped from the doorway. Her arms were crossed, her face twisted in disgust. "You're already late." I flinched, my fingers trembling as I touched the delicate fabric. Sister Beatrice had hated me from the moment I arrived at the convent six years ago. She was only three years older than me, but she acted like she owned the place. Mother Superior's favorite. The one who got the best cell, the lightest duties, the warmest blankets in winter. And I had ruined it all just by existing. "I can't wear this," I said, my voice breaking. "This isn't... I took vows. I promised–" "You promised to obey," Sister Beatrice interrupted coldly. "And you'll obey. Do you think you are the first?” “Of course not–” “Then what are you complaining for? Unless you want Mother Superior to hear about your refusal? You know that won't end well for you, right?" The truth w

The scream died in my throat, choked off by the metallic tang of blood that sprayed across the floor. Mr. Armani's body slumped like a discarded rag, his eyes still wide with that drunken surprise, a hole where his forehead used to be.I pressed myself against the wall until the stone bit into my spine through the fur coat.Two buff men dressed in gray suit, appeared from nowhere, their movement robotic as one gripped Mr. Armani's ankles and dragged him across the floor like he was taking out trash, his body leaving a dark smear on the tile. The other crouched with a spray bottle and a cloth, wiping the blood away in long, practiced strokes.The music never stopped during all these. Nobody seemed to care as they continued dancing and sinning their lives away. My whole body was shaking, I could feel it in my teeth, in my knees, in the fingers I had pressed flat against the wall like I could push through it if I tried hard enough. My eyes were too wide and I couldn't make them smaller

"Or are you going to delay that too, Miss I-am-not-scared-of-death but her body is shaking from the thought that she might die tonight." He mocked. I bit my lower lip, I hate him. I hate that smirk on his handsome face, I hate his tone. I hate everything about him. And with that hate in my eyes staring at his smug face, my hands moved to the thin straps of the white lace. They were shaking so badly I could barely grip the fabric. "Pathetic," he said, walking back to the couch. He sat down and picked up a glass of something amber from the table. "All that bravado. All that defiance. And you can't even take off a dress." "I'm trying," I whispered but no matter what I tell myself, I was still a coward. "Try harder." I pulled at the strap but my fingers wouldn't cooperate. "Please," I heard myself say. "I just need a moment—" "You don't get moments," he interrupted. "I gave you an order and you must follow them. That's the only rule that matters in this room." I squeez