Blaise Baptist Church Novels & Stories

“Even if you aren’t a demon, you are a fucking animal,” I growl, not sure if I’m talking to Christian... or myself. He cranes his neck and studies me coyly out of the corner of his eye, as I’m bent there right over his back, erection flush against his ass cheeks… “Drop your pants already,” he orders. I shouldn’t be in love with another man, let alone a vampire. I’m an enforcer for the Family, a servant of the church that runs this whole Godforsaken country, but you can’t change how you’re wired. You can’t change who you want, even when you’re natural enemies – blood-sucking demon and baptized hunter, both bound to be killed for this transgress. Warning: This book contains explicit mater

Cattleya Vermont is a priest’s daughter and medical prodigy—trained to understand life, and secretly trained to end it. At night, she becomes the Church’s most feared executioner, sent after things that shouldn’t exist. Then she meets Rusty Vesper. A reclusive quintillionaire aristocrat who is always where he shouldn’t be, always calm in situations that should break a man, and always one step away from every truth she’s chasing. People around him disappear from records. Investigations collapse. And the closer Cattleya gets, the more reality begins to feel wrong. She should walk away. Instead, she doesn’t. Because something about Rustyfeels like an answer she was never meant to find.

Kimani thought she was walking into her happily ever after, marrying her boyfriend of three years and fiancé of one. But at the altar, her dream shatters when proof of his infidelity is revealed. Instead of remorse, he humiliates her, blaming her and abandoning her before everyone. Whispers fill the church, pitying the bride left behind until a powerful man steps forward. Alaric Walker. Billionaire. Elusive head of the Walker empire. A man feared and respected in equal measure, who suddenly claims her as his wife right there at the altar. The city is thrown into shock. A marriage born out of scandal, doomed before it even begins or so everyone thinks. But when Alaric starts treat

It's my birthday, but my Alpha mate, Jackson Daveed, has a church wedding with his first love. When I question him about it, he says, "Laila's been poisoned with wolfsbane. I was just giving her a wedding per her final wishes. You think so lowly of us—can't you tell whether or not I've cheated?" He knows better than anyone that I lost my wolf after saving him—he and I no longer have the mind-link between mates. I've long since become a regular person who's worthless. I don't cry or cause a fuss. Instead, I make an appointment with a healer to have an abortion. But for some reason, Jackson, who's always scorned me, goes out of his mind as he tries to track me down.

When novices begin disappearing into the night, Sister Caterina, a brilliant, tormented novice fighting her vows, is pulled into a storm of lust, lies, and buried evil. As explosive passion erupts between her and the charismatic Father Jordan Brick, centuries of conspiracy claw to the surface: secret recordings that could destroy the powerful, staged miracles, and a monstrous crime the Church itself was built to conceal. In this house of God, every soul wears a mask. Every confession is a weapon. And the kindest priest in the monastery may be the devil they invited in. A dark gothic thriller of psychological suspense, forbidden hunger, and shattering betrayals, where nothing is

CONSIDER THIS YOUR FORMAL WARNING ‼️ These stories are made to be read behind closed doors. This is a collection of raw, unhinged filth and intoxicating tension. No sweet talk, no boundaries, and absolutely nothing is off limits. From the quiet sanctuary of a church to the dark corners of hell, every single line is crossed. Watch a holy priest break his vows to devour the temptation begging on his altar. Feel the heat when a stepbrother returns after three long years to claim his little sister. Watch a ruthless mafia don pin down the only witness he was supposed to kill. Every story is fast, explicit, and dripping with pure, undeniable lust. These are dominant men completely cons

When a certain situation leads Diva Adler and Blaze Hudson into a church, where a mass wedding ceremony was taking place, the last thing they expected was to get married. Diva Adler is a talkative girl who always remains happy. She is an optimist who can point the best out of the worst situation. She can’t stay quiet even for a few minutes. She prefers to make everyone a part of her life. Meanwhile, Blaze Hudson is a young bachelor who started his own business. He is usually quiet, and only talks when absolutely necessary. Before looking at the bright side, he looks for any negative ramifications. He is a pessimist and prefers to keep his life private. She loves chaos; he loves pea

"Get the fuck out of my wedding, Rainer." One sentence. Every lie Jose built his life on, suddenly visible. Camille gave him everything his past never could. Stability. A future. The kind of love that doesn't ask questions. But on the night he finally chose her, his foster brother stood up in the back of the church and called her a murderer. And the grave they buried their youngest brother in three years ago? Empty. Elias isn't dead. He's been hiding. And he came back angrier than any of them are ready for. Now Jose is caught between the wife who built him a life and the brother who reminds him who he was before he let her. Between the story he chose and the truth he buried. Some love

Ley Baler died. However, he later discovered that he has nowhere to go because a war of goddesses erupted in the world of the deceased and destroyed the kingdom of the dead! Poor him and his fellow souls! Thankfully, there was another kind and beautiful goddess who saved him, and even turned him into a Skyworld dweller. However, since he is not a natural-born deity, he would have to create followers and believers on earth, otherwise, his weak spirit will slowly wane till it reduces to not even a speck of dust in the great wide universe. The challenge though is that his powers have nothing to do with healing or anything useful. So how would he gather followers? What should he do when

We were supposed to be in love for eternity. But my vampire fiancé, Caius, has stood me up at our blood-bonding ceremony thirty-three times. The first time, the girl he’d sired, Evangeline, lost control during a hunt. He raced to her side, leaving me alone in the church under the blood moon. The second time, he vanished mid-ceremony because Evangeline was being bullied by another clan. He left me to face the elders’ mockery alone. After that, his little fledgling always had some fresh disaster for him to avert. And he always had an excuse: “I sired her. She’s like a child to me.” Then I saw the fresh bite marks on their necks. They had shared blood—the ultimate intimacy between mates. My hea