All Chapters of The Nun's Lustful Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANGEL'S POV The water swallows me whole, and still I cannot stop reaching for him.The sea stretches forever. Above me, the sky is pale, and the sun burns my skin, even as icy water grips my legs. There is no shore, no birds, no wind—only endless dark water. I scream for help, but my voice vanishes into the silence. Even my breathing seems to disappear.Something moves beneath me—too big to see, too steady to be random. It knows I’m here. I kick toward the surface once, twice, but on the third kick, my lungs burn. Darkness wraps around my legs and pulls me deeper.Then, just before I sink, a hand grabs my wrist.His fingers are so cold my skin goes numb beneath them. I should be afraid of a hand like that, reaching for me out of nowhere in an endless Dead Sea. Instead, my heart betrays me with one stupid, fluttering beat, as if it knows him.I look up. He is unnervingly beautiful, like he doesn’t belong in this world. Silver hair floats around his face, and his clothes drift weightles

THEODORE'S POVHere, on top of Veyra, the only fire I was carrying was the one no one could see.The sky was always dark, and the air tasted like iron. The full moon hung above me, cold and bright, painting the snow in pale silver. Beneath it, flowers I had never planted were blooming. And dying. Frost spread from my feet, crawling over the snow and swallowing the garden. Every breath I take comes out as white smoke. Every beat of my heart froze another soft petal.I sat cross-legged on the peak of Veyra Mountain, my back straight and my palms open on my knees as snow poured from my body, freezing the garden around me. I breathed the way I had taught myself for two hundred years now—in for four counts, hold for four, out for four. Slow. Careful. Slow enough that the frost creeping from my skin would not swallow the whole mountain.I had to do this every night.Meditate. Breathe. Count.Or Veyra realm freezes.I kept my eyes closed. I always did during this part. If I opened them too s

ANGEL'S POVMy shadow points to the moon, not away from it. That one impossible sight tells me, I'm somewhere the laws of God's earth no longer work.Then the air changes.It happens so fast I don't even have time to be scared. The warmth disappears, as if someone pulled it out of the world. Frost races over the grass toward my bare feet. A flower beside me freezes, then shatters. I crawl back, my hands scraping ice that wasn't there a second ago.Then something roars.It isn't an animal. It's deeper, louder—a sound that shakes the ground, rattles my chest, and makes my ears ring. I cover my ears, but I can still feel it.I turn toward it before I can stop myself. Every instinct screams at me to run, but my feet refuse to move. I stand frozen, my gaze betraying me as it drifts back despite every desperate attempt to look away.He is a god of a man.He stands alone in the clearing, towering over everything at nearly seven feet four inches. His silver hair falls to his shoulders, shimme

THEODORE'S POVIt is so peaceful that I never want it to end.Cool sea air brushes my face, carrying the scent of salt and mist. The old wooden boat rocks gently on the clear water, its dark sides glowing under the golden light.I run toward it before it leaves without me, because for the first time in two hundred years, nothing hurts.The river glows silver under a sky with no moon and no stars, only light that comes from nowhere and everywhere at once. Soft blue flowers cover the riverbank. They do not wither when I walk past them. They do not turn black beneath my feet. Nothing freezes here. Nothing screams. The silence is warm.Safe.For the first time in longer than I can remember, I laugh. A real laugh.The sound startles me. It feels strange coming from my own mouth, as if I have never laughed before. Maybe I never truly did.The little boat waits quietly at the edge of the river. Without thinking, I reach for it. Finally… No one will ever fear me again. No one will ever hate m

CHRISTIAN'S POVThe world has never ignored my voice before.Ministers answer my calls. Bishops rise when I walk in. Governors shake my hand. But for three days, no one can tell me where my daughter is.Angel doesn't even last two days at Kingsbridge International University. Now I stand in a hotel room that smells of bleach and cold coffee, staring at a silent phone that never rings.Seventy-two hours since the school called to say Angel is missing. I haven't slept. Food turns to ash in my mouth. I've exhausted every favor, every contact, every man who ever owed me a debt. Still nothing."Christian," Rose's voice cuts through the room, tight and thin. "Did you hear what the inspector said? They found nothing on the cameras. Nothing.""I heard him." I didn't look up from the phone. "Cameras break. Systems fail. This is Bucharest, not Ashbrook. Things don't work here the way they do back home.""You're doing it again." She crosses her arms. Her wedding ring catches the lamp light, thro