روايات وقصص ضمن Creepy Priest

The tall priest, Katchkey, stood, his hands hooked behind his back, staring at one of the photos. “What they said was true, Bramato,” he said. His words were a whisper, hard to hear even in the quiet of an early-afternoon church. She walked closer. “On that hallowed, hollowed patch of earth where you rest your head.” “I’m sorry, what?” Drawing closer, she noticed the black under his eyes and the sallow skin. The cheeks sunken and gaunt. Cheekbones sharp like razors beneath the yellowed flesh. “Does that hallowed, hollowed patch allow prayer, Sister?” he said, pausing and then laughing. “Sister.” He shook his head.

” 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’

"Why has he changed so much? I used to know Matteo before he became a priest, he grew up here in Rome, but he was way older than I was then, so we never engaged in any form of familiarity. I wondered how much of unease I'll have to be dealing with now that he be our priest and I have to sit in front row with my parents. It's more like facing your demons, but this one is clothed in white and cream. I tried not to stare too hard or too focused on him but the more I look, the more I want to see. My palm became sweaty, and I could feel a growing moisture between my tights. A loud clapping shrugged me back to reality, I was obviously confused, but I clapped too. I could see the happiness on my da

The rosary I had been clutching slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. I groaned into her mouth, my hands losing their battle as they gripped her waist, hauling her up until I could feel every curve against me. She tasted like mint and wine and everything I wasn't allowed to have. I kissed her back with a ferocity that terrified me, my hands wandering lower, pulling her hips into the hard, aching proof of my desire. For that moment, I wasn't a priest. I was just a man dying of thirst.

I was right on the edge of my second orgasm, moaning loud and shameless, when the sacristy door suddenly flew open. Father Chris stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock that quickly burned into something darker. “What the fuck is going on here?” he shouted, voice cracking through the room like thunder. Andrew froze mid-thrust, still buried balls-deep inside me. I looked up, cheeks flushed, lips parted, dress bunched around my waist, tits spilling out, pussy stretched obscenely around another priest’s cock. Father Chris’s gaze locked on us — on me — and the hunger in his eyes mixed with pure rage.

I look at him and smile. I hear murmurs through the crowd and look out towards them all; the priest steps forward in a red and gold robe, his hair long and white, his eyes grey. Even though he is old, he is strong. Stepping back with my head lowered, the priest says some prayers and all 6 coffins are lowered into the ground at the same time. I let the tears fall and say my own prayer to Selene. “Selene, my ancestor, hear my prayer, Watch over those who have lost their kin,

She watched through a crack in the wood, and saw just enough to see the mob racing down the aisle, seemingly right for her. “That way!” screamed the priest. “The vampire fled that way!” He pointed out the side door, and the mob rushed right past him, and back into the night. After several seconds, the never-ending stream of bodies fled from the church, and all was finally silent. The priest closed the door, locking it behind them. She could hear his footsteps, walking towards her, and Caitlin, shaking with fear, with cold, slowly opened the trap door. He slid back the curtain and looked down at her.

Hunter thinks that Priest sold his soul to the devil or something. Priest rises from his chair and raises a questioning brow. He’s an intimidating fucker. Which is saying a lot to someone my size. Priest’s about six foot two with wavy brown hair and silver eyes. He’s muscular but not weight-lifting muscular. Sleeker, like a jaguar. The other Assassins and I like to give him a hard time because he’s the ultimate pretty boy. Women literally swoon when the guy walks into a room. It’s almost embarrassing. I remember we went drinking once, and some girl walked up to him and asked him to marry her. No joke. She was a hundred percent serious. Hunter, Micah, and I were speechless. She made some spe

I hissed, taking a step forward, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the rain. Carter met my gaze without flinching, his expression unreadable. He gave a quick nod toward the priest, a silent dismissal. The man bowed once, then disappeared back and walked back to the temple without a word, as if kidnapping and drugging women were just another ordinary day for him. I waited until the priest was gone, the rage building in my chest like a storm, ready to explode. “What was that?” Carter asked, tilting his head, his tone maddeningly casual. “What were you about to say?”

I say through gritted teeth, “and just so you know, you cannot compel me to do anything I do not want to do.” Mason’s eyes literally morph into two glittering pools of ice as he growls; “We’ll see about that.” I don’t know why, but my heart drums a wild, steady rhythm against my ribcage when I hear him say; “You can come in now, priest.” To my utter horror, I watch as the door is pulled open and a middle aged man in priestly robes walks into the room. My gaze flies to Mason’s and I inquire frantically; “What’s a priest doing here? What’s going on?”