The Lady Nun Revenge

Three years ago, she was a poor judge of character. She was willing to donate her kidney and become disfigured for an a**hole. However, not only did that man cheat on her, he had even nearly caused her to lose her life!Three years later, she regained her beauty. Upon her glorious return, she swore to make all a**holes pay for what they did.It was widely known that Stanley Batton, the wealthiest tycoon in Atlantis, was a cruel man feared by many. Although he had the facial features of a passionate man, he was known for his heart of ice.People constantly speculated on the kind of woman who would be able to open his heart.However, to everyone’s surprise, he kneeled on one knee under the spotlight, and in front of every known media company, to tie a butterfly knot on her shoe.“Stanley Batton, what do you really want?” She seemed panicked and flustered.He laughed at himself. “Xyla Quest, no one else but you can take my life away!”

Flynn Roberts -A billionaire, handsome beyond expectations but arrogant and cold. Elisa Evans -A beautiful orphan and Baker who's goal was shattered after being deceived and lied. Years later, she comes back to America, now a billionaire, with a secret, Flynn's daughter to get her revenge on him.

After being suspended from three schools, Christiana’s devoted mother sends her to a strict convent school, hoping faith and discipline will change her rebellious ways. But instead of finding redemption, Christiana creates a dangerous double life. By day, she walks the holy halls in silence. By night, she slips into the shadows, chasing freedom and temptation. With one friend urging her to change and another pulling her deeper into darkness, Christiana must choose who she wants to become — the daughter her mother prays for, or the girl who refuses to be saved.

When tragedy strikes on the morning of her twin sister’s wedding, Sister Eva Caldwell, a devoted nun is forced into an unthinkable choice. To save her family’s name, she must take her dead sister’s place and marry billionaire Jeremi Moretti, a cold, calculating man with secrets of his own. But beneath the vows and velvet lies, Eva discovers that Ellen’s death wasn’t as simple as it seemed… and that Jeremi may have loved or destroyed the sister she’s pretending to be. Torn between faith and forbidden desire, Eva walks a dangerous line between truth and deception, until the mask she wears begins to feel more real than the life she left behind. A story of sacrifice, passion, and betrayal, where love itself becomes the deadliest sin.

I tried to get away from him. “Running away, I see," he sneered as he crawled on top of me. "You must fulfil your duty as my Luna. you are no longer a church maid, Rosaria. " He grabbed my legs as he spread them apart. "You will be rewarded with my seed, and you would reach the ecstacy just to be filled." "But I didn't want this! I only wanted to be pure!" "You were never pure to begin with. Not as long as you are born in this accursed pack." ========= Hati, the Sun God and one of the sons of the Great Wolf, Fenrir. I have devoted my life to his church, and I will live the rest of my life serving him. I don’t need a mate. After all, I will become an official nun soon. Every wolf looks down on me, claiming me as the “traitor” for worshipping a god who tried to eat the Moon Goddess. And I am perfectly fine in the vicinity of the holy place. Until “HE” arrived. “The seer received the Moon Goddess’ answer. You are my fated mate.” “W-What?” My mind probably stopped at that moment, slowly processing what he had just said. “It’s a calling. Bear me a child who can rule over the pack.” I was supposed to become a nun. Lord Varick, the alpha leader and the one who despises Hati, came right before my ordination—And changed my life for the worse. (MATURE CONTENT R18+)

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.