Fleabag #priest Novels & Stories

I pulled against the chains, but the harder I struggled, the weaker I became. It was strange. Every movement drained me further, as if the room itself was feeding on my strength. What exactly did they want from me? My eyes shifted to the door. Just then, it opened. The priest walked in. “Finally, you’re awake,” he said with a smile, as though we were old friends meeting under pleasant circumstances. “You’re quite a strong girl.” He took a seat and studied me with unsettling calm. “Too bad you won’t be leaving here alive.”

It seemed to grow with the blackness of the alley. The priest rose a hand to the man. Yellow teeth crumbled like a wet rag before it reached him. Along with the smell of rotten fish and excrement, the alley now seethed with the foul stench of urine. The priest turned his gaze to Sethlzaar. "Come, child," he said. "Time to leave." Whatever had held Sethlzaar prisoner, released him. He rose to his feet, confused, wondering when he'd sat on the floor. He took a step toward the priest and embraced his returned command over his body, placing one foot in front of the other.

"Telling the mob exactly what they want to hear." The Priest stepped aside. Behind him, a massive stone altar stood ready. On it lay a golden bowl. "Charlotte was so certain she’d found a secret," the Priest chuckled. He looked at the bound woman on the floor. "She didn't realize she was just the herald. Now, Noah... take off the cloak. We have a world to fix." The High Priest pulled a lever, and the floor beneath Noah began to sink into a pit of white-hot light.

His dark, greasy eyes are tracking the curve of my breasts hungrily through the white fabric of the dress and he licks his thin lips hungrily as he pulls me up onto the altar. The priest stands before us, holding a small leather Bible... He looks down at me, and for a split second, I see a flash of pity in his old eyes. He knows exactly what this is, He knows I am a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse. But he clears his dry throat anyway, opens his book, and the vows commence...

My rage almost caused me to make a rash decision but I couldn’t, I couldn’t put Elena in any more danger. Priest was motionless, looking right at them calculating, waiting for an opening. His face was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see he had noticed my presence. Priest tried engaging the man in conversation to distract him. “You don’t want to do this. If it’s money you want I can get you any amount you want,” He laughed. “ you think I’m stupid. You’re just going to capture me the moment I let my guard down.” Luckily for us, the bastard was stupid and oblivious to the fact that I was now standing behind him with a mace I found in my hands.

The priest: "Alone, in your father's house... perhaps that's better." The priest rises slowly and walks toward Miranda's unconscious body. He stands over her, his presence imposing, and speaks with fury. The priest: "Let her go, you vile parasite! Release her before the fires of judgment consume you! Release her now!" Miranda's body convulses violently, but her eyes remain closed, her soul trapped. The priest (his voice booming): "Release her, you filthy devil, before I finish you off here and now!" With sudden force, the priest seizes Miranda's throat, pressing down as his eyes blaze with holy and terrifying rage, as if to choke the darkness within her.

I made sure to check if Azalea was following me because with the kind of facial expression she gave me I knew she seemed to be suspicious of what I wanted to do. I got to the room at the end of the palace and slowly opened the door, the priest was tied to the wall with both his hands up in the air and his mouth sealed to stop him from shouting even though I knew that particular precaution wasn’t necessary as no one would still hear his screams from here, my beta noticed my presence and paved way for me to enter. “Was he able to find where Azalea’s real second chance mate was?” I asked my beta who shrugged. “I don’t think so and funny enough no matter how I force him he still won’t say anythi

the priest said I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, I held my flowers but deep down, I was so hurt and disorganized. "Mr. Alexander Pendragon, take your woman's hand and give me an honest answer from your heart," the priest said I gave the flowers to the girl at my back and she collected them swiftly, Alex took my hand and the priest opened a little chest with two diamond rings inside. He took one and held it against my middle finger, he tried to avoid eye contact with me by staring at my fingers.

After a few words to send Celeste away, they shut the door, aware of the urgency. They resumed their excavation, digging late into the night. Just when they were about to give up, they discovered a box buried in the soil. Flynn quickly retrieved it, and Chase curiously examined the box as well. Although it was his first time seeing it, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Suddenly, a sinister chuckle echoed through the room, startling Flynn. He then spun around to see the old priest from earlier in the day, standing there with a greedy look fixed on the box in Flynn's hand.

Even more shocking was the sight of the three priests slumped on the floor, bloody, and a fourth priest, the one she knew from down the block, standing in her living room, looking at her, terrified. “What are you doing in our home?” Caitlin asked. “What happened here?” Caleb asked him. The priest looked shell-shocked, eyes open, mouth agape, as he slowly shook his head. He seemed too stunned to even speak. Caitlin walked through the mess, glass crunching beneath her feet, her eye attracted to a note she saw on the floor. She leaned down, picked it up, and with shaking hands began to read. “Caleb, look at this,” she said quickly.