Cherie Priest Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Grace Wilson POV The Priest family is something out of this world. They’re the type of family you see in Hallmark movies. Their mother is loving and very stern with her sons. When Damian gives snide remarks, she glares at him, and he shuts his mouth. When she asks Rowan about planning the wedding and he gives her one-word answers to show he has zero interest in something she glares at him, and he gives her the answers she wants afterward. It’s a family dynamic I’ve only ever seen in movies.

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“No that is all thank you so much for your help and let me know if you need any more advice.” “Oh thank you, my lady.” The servant reached out and hugged Kellina which she happily replicated in return. What the hell? Why would Kellina and this servant girl be so close they were hugging in front of me? This is not what I’d been told about the leaders of the Mystic Moon pack. They were all horrible to those lower beneath them and treated nobody with kindness. Yet here I was watching a quiet little servant girl hugging the Crimson Priestess and from what I’d seen everyone knew who Kellina was in this pack.

“Okay, Kel seriously what are you going to wear tomorrow?” “I don’t know I hadn’t thought of it. I still have to come up with a lie to get out of coming home right away.” “Oh, that’s easy just tell Miss High Priestess high and mighty that there is a team project and you have to work on it and won’t be home till it’s finished. That should give you some time.” Reese couldn’t stand the priestess thing at all. She felt like they were too controlling but most future priestesses only had to come to the high priestess home a couple of times a week and go through one or two weekend ceremonies. I on the other hand lived there with the other single priestess so I was stuck living the life they choose

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

Chloe glanced at him once, her eyes cold and distant, before returning to her puzzle. Xavier’s irritation peaked. Was he truly less important than a pile of waste paper? He didn't realize that the book he had shredded was a one-of-a-kind volume left to her by Charles Bishop. It contained her father’s private insights on the Bishop Group, a treasure more valuable to her than any Grayson asset.

Looking at the result of the draw, both my father and I were momentarily dazed. "Rhea, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? The High Priest is clearly not among your future mates. How could you possibly draw him?" Hearing my father's words, I was also dumbfounded. I only had three candidates in total: Klaus of the White Tiger Clan, Orion of the Red Fox Clan, and Asher of the Eagle Clan. Each clan carefully selected them, and they were called the best of this generation. Only such elites deserved me, the Holy Maiden, and the future Beast Lady.

” I lectured. ”Noted.” she said then pouts. I was about to talk when the waitress came back with our orders and without wasting any second, we started to eat and some talks. I was enjoying the food and our talk when I hear a voice. ‘Priestess...’ I automatically looked around to find any suspicious person but nothing. Not until my eyes went to a figure of a man wearing a black coat that seems like it was from a magazine that feautures the Victorian style of clothing, his hat that covers half of his face only showing the tip of his nose and his lips. But what caught me off-guard is his creepy smile that sent shivers to my whole body. Then he said the word... ’Priestess’

I glanced at both of them and the packs of books on the table. “What’s that for?” The priestess met my eyes for a brief gaze before pushing the books towards me, “I checked the house and these are the books he was checking out when he was around.” “What are they about?” I asked, stretching to pick the littlest and first one. “Mostly about how to destroy a curse..” That earned my attention, my fingers stopping on the first page that I just opened. A curse. Unless there was someone else he was helping and wanted to help. The only person that had a curse was me…