Todos os capítulos de The Tempting Nun: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The engine of the car hummed softly, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside it.Christiana sat by the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes fixed on the passing streetlights. Beside her, her mother gripped the steering wheel as though it were the only thing keeping her together.“This is the third school, Christiana,” her mother said, her voice trembling between anger and disappointment. “The third. Do you even understand what that means?”Christiana didn’t answer.Her reflection in the glass stared back at her—calm, unreadable, almost bored.“You were suspended again. Fighting, skipping classes, disrespecting teachers. What exactly are you trying to prove?” her mother continued. “I have prayed for you. I have fasted for you. But you refuse to change.”Christiana finally sighed, slow and dramatic.“It’s not that serious,” she muttered, still not looking at her.“Not that serious?” Her mother’s voice rose slightly. “Your future is not that serious?”The car fell

The bell rang at exactly five in the morning.It wasn’t loud — but it was relentless.Christiana jerked awake, disoriented, the sound echoing through the dormitory like a command rather than a reminder. Around her, girls rose almost immediately, moving with sleepy discipline. Beds were made in minutes. Slippers slid across the polished floor in quiet rhythm.She groaned and pulled the pillow over her head.“Get up,” Joy whispered from across the aisle, already sitting up. “They don’t repeat the bell.”Veronica was on her feet, smoothing her uniform. “If you’re late, you’ll have to kneel in front.”Christiana muttered something under her breath but forced herself up. The cold floor shocked her fully awake. She changed into the plain convent uniform she had been given the night before.The mirror barely recognized her.No bold clothes.No statement pieces.Just simplicity.The chapel was dimly lit when they entered, candles flickering softly along the walls. Rows of wooden pews faced th

The convent bell rang sharply through the quiet morning air.5:00 a.m. prayer.The sound echoed through the stone halls, waking the nuns from their rooms as they slowly made their way toward the chapel. The early morning air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of candle wax and incense.Christiana walked calmly among them.Her white habit flowed neatly around her as she kept her head slightly bowed, just like the others. To anyone watching, she looked like the picture of discipline and devotion.But inside, she felt something very different.Her mind drifted back to the night before — to the moment John had stopped her at the door, the tension between them, and how easily she had turned the situation in her favor.A faint smile almost touched her lips.Almost.She quickly hid it as they entered the chapel.Rows of wooden benches stretched across the quiet room. The soft glow of candles lit the altar while the sisters settled into their places. Murmured prayers slowly filled t

The hallway outside Father John’s office was silent.Joy stood in the shadow of the stone pillar, her heart still beating fast from following Christiana through the convent. The dim lantern at the end of the corridor barely lit the space, leaving most of it in darkness.The office door had been closed for several minutes.Joy slowly stepped closer.Curiosity burned inside her stronger than ever.What could they possibly be doing in there at this hour?She moved carefully along the wall until she reached the side of the door. From there, a narrow window beside the office allowed a faint view into the room if someone stood at the right angle.Joy hesitated for a moment.Then she slowly leaned forward.Inside the office, the candlelight flickered softly across the room.John stood near his desk while Christiana stood close to him, speaking quietly. Joy couldn’t hear their words clearly, but the tension between them was obvious.Then something happened that made Joy’s eyes widen.Christia

Night wrapped the convent in silence. The long corridors were empty, lit only by the dim lamps along the walls.Christiana stood inside John’s office, watching him pace nervously across the room.“We shouldn’t keep doing this,” John said again, running a hand through his hair. “Something feels wrong. I think someone might be watching us.”Christiana sighed softly.“You worry too much,” she said, her voice calm.John stopped walking. “Christiana, I’m serious. If anyone finds out—”Before he could finish, Christiana stepped closer to him.“Always worrying,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “You think too much.”John tried to continue speaking. “This convent is not—”But Christiana gently placed a finger against his lips.“Shh,” she whispered.The word was soft, but firm enough to stop him.For a moment, John simply looked at her, his arguments fading under her steady gaze.Christiana smiled faintly.“See?” she said quietly. “Nothing is happening. No one knows.”John’s shoulders