Fleabag #priest Novels & Stories

Kyle leaned down and leered in the face of an older gentleman, whose crinkled eyes creased with terror. “Where’s Scarlet Paine?” Kyle demanded. “I don’t know who that is,” the old man replied in a cracked, aged voice. “Who is the priest here?” Kyle asked. “Father McMullen.” Just then, Kyle heard a shuffling noise from his right. He looked right and saw the confession booth. The curtains were drawn. Leaving the old man trembling in his seat, Kyle thundered over and ripped the curtain clean off its rail, the heavy fabric tearing from the force. A little old lady was sitting in the booth, looking like the last person in the world who had any sins to confess.

He looked like a dried spider in a pool of blood. ‎ ‎Next to him stood the terrified Priest. ‎ ‎And behind the altar... the heavy steel door to the lab stood slightly ajar. I could see the gleam of the surgical tables waiting in the next room. ‎ ‎Magnus marched me up the steps. He didn't let go of my arm. ‎ ‎He practically threw me into position in front of the priest. ‎ ‎"Dearly beloved," the Priest squeaked, his hands shaking so hard the prayer book rattled. "We are gathered here..."

Priest says as he winks at me and I can feel my face warm up in embarrassment. “We don’t want you to keep your husband waiting,” Jamie says, raising her eyebrows as she smiles and Hannah giggles. As I stand up, Priest takes my seat and I can see where this is going. The man has gone bonkers since he found out the girls are together. He has made it his mission in life to sleep with them at the same time. Looking at them right now, I think that might happen to him. If he is lucky. Walking towards the private room, we requested to spend some time alone. I pass Wyatt, who is sitting with his heavily pregnant wife, while their little one is running around like a lunatic. “Thank you for coming,” I

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

Fear clawed at my chest, threatening to suffocate me. 'Mom, Dad, what's going on?' I tried to sound assertive, but my voice trembled. Mom's expression softened for an instant before hardening again. Mom : Priest Paul has revealed the truth, Amahle. {Her words cut deep} Priest Reign is the father. The room spun. What gave him the right?Priest Paul leaned forward, his eyes glinting with triumph. Priest Paul : Your child is a product of sin { he declared} An ABOMINATION

A Priest was walking inside his church when he was supposed to serve the congregation every day. The place where he does the service did not have a lot of people. Only a few people came to confess or pray because it was a small village. Today he planned to clean the altar of praying to make it more comfortable. But as soon as he opened the side door, his eyes widened to see a woman sitting while crying, holding a man. The man fainted in front of the altar. "What happened?!" he rebuked, running and startled.

Priest points to the dead man, “These two men just tried to kidnap Sage. Call the cleaners and let them know that they need to dispose of the dead body. Dragon, take the unconscious one to my garage. This was premeditated, and I want to know why they wanted to take her.” Dragon nods as he leans down, cover the dead man’s head with his jacket and hauls his body away. All I can do is stand there, my body shaking uncontrollably as Hunter makes a phone call; Priest checks the man’s pockets. It’s surreal and scary how methodical the whole thing feels. “Who are you?” I murmur warily. There’s no way that Priest is just a security guard. Not with the way he disarmed and killed the other man so easil

The priest’s face is shocked, stunned as he spins towards us, as Roger’s body collides with his, Roger’s paws slamming into his shoulders and knocking the priest hard to the floor, holding him down in the slushy grey water – I’m moving towards them, a shout on my lips, seeking to get behind the Priest – to block the obvious direction of his exit should he seek to run – and as I move past him I see the moment his face changes from surprise and fear to fury, to menace, to a gleeful kind of hate. I successfully block his exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests, warning him with body if not with words to stay still – But the priest bares his own

“…You…! To think you’d still behave so presumptuously even though you’re about to be done for!” growled the priest in anger. Before he could say anything else, however, the priest momentarily froze. Now staring-wide eyed at Gerald, the priest was able to somehow see flames reflected in Gerald’s eyes. He couldn’t look away, and shortly after, the priest began feeling a burning sensation on the soles of his feet… Following that, the priest screamed miserably before turning into nothing but dust in less than a second!

Even before the word came out she grabbed the bowl and hungrily downed the warm soup, choking in her hurry to quell the gnawing hunger in her belly. The young priest who had brought the bowl pressed his lips into a thin line. "There's progress after all." Even before Cleopoda could lick the bowl clean he pulled it from her hand, ignoring her whimpered protest, and strode out of the cell. Birian, the priest made his way to the small room where head priest Federic sat on a mat inhaling from a bowl of burning aromatic plants. He clapped his hands lightly. "What do you want?" came the gruff voice.