Fleabag #priest Novels & Stories

, but seemingly, she couldn't find any evidence. “ Okay”, she said and I rushed up to my room. There was no time to waste, I was already late for evening practice at church so I didn't bother taking a shower, I just dropped my bag and headed back downstairs. “ I'm off to church mom”, I said as I exited the house. Our parish, St Gabriel De Archangel Catholic Church was expecting a new parish priest who was going to visit us for the first time the next day, so, as the president of the Altar Boys Association, I had to prepare my boys to be at their very best.

Orphanage Home: 213 Lukward Street, Los Angeles. She was shocked and didn’t put it into consideration until she saw another familiar writing on the paper. The old priest stated: “Fred and I. May the Heavenly Father forgive us.” Her eyes widened, confusion hit her hard. “Why would the old priest demand forgiveness from the Lord for him and Fred”? “What’s going on?” she gasped. The room became thick, each walls held secrets of decades. Tension grew. As Secrets are about to be unveiled.

The bathroom was in the hallway behind a closed door to the dining room. It was full of doors to priestess rooms and there was a bathroom in the middle luckily the kitchen was on the other side where the priestess was cooking and prepping for the meal. I walked quickly and did not say a word as I was unsure of what to say to Rogan at this moment. “Hey wait up, little priestess.” His hand reached for mine from behind and I snapped my hand up to my chest before he could get a good hold. “Well, that wasn’t very nice, “he pouted.

I stepped past him and entered the [riest abode. "He- it's not the normal sleep Alpha." He caught up to me. "I think he is away." I found the priest in the living room on the floor in a yoga position, his eyes closed, spiritually away. I closed my eyes in impatience. "What do you need the priest for?" I asked Kendrick flipping my eyes at him. "I- I have been having... nightmares."

The priest’s hands shake nervously as he says the blessing and places the drops of water on my son. Abram is strong and begins to pull at Georgina’s dress, wanting her breast. My angel coos to him, pulling the material down and offering her nipple to his mouth. The priest’s eyes snap up to lock on mine, and I hold his gaze. He continues with the blessing, not looking at my wife as she nurtures my son. “You will bless her womb again,” I demand.

The priest smiled at this act of benevolence and called her to ease. Dale returned back to her squatting position to find the priest standing above her. She vibrated in shock. The priest was so mysterious in his doings, minutes ago he was a snake and now a consoling ninja. “It’s okay darling, come on.” He lifted her up her feet. He beckoned her to get up. Dale kept her eyes to the floor. The priest kept on wiping her tears and soon enough, he began wiping more than her tears. His hands were now on her shoulders and gradually, he moved his touch to her neck.

He laughs, then gets to his feet and turns to walk out. “Wait!” I call out and get to my feet, trembling. He stops short and turns his head to the side, waiting for me to talk. “Why do this? Why come after my family like this when you killed them?!” Priest has me up against the wall with a hand tightly wrapped around my throat. “Look into my fucking eyes and tell me what you see,” he growls. I wretch open my eyes and peer up into his crimson ones. “They’re…r-red,” I stutter, my body trembling in fear. “Completely red, even the sclera.”

Our eyes met and we both smiled to the other, I saw Alex's eyes locked on Cara, and Craig was lost in Bella. Our people watching, cheering, smiling from both sides. I saw Carter and Sheila both on my side of guests waving and smiling. I tried to keep a fair distance between me and Bella just to not run her over with my eagerness. Then finally I arrived and my hands were shaking as Caleb took them in his and squeezed them. We faced each other and the Priest from our pack stood up in the altar. 'You look so beautiful my Princess... I am the luckiest man in the world.' He whispered into my mind finally, after a long day of his silence.

Father Kreiger then asked, "You know what comes next, don't you, my son? You know why this has to happen, my son?" Tim then replied, "Yes, Father. I understand. Tim then opened his mouth as Father Kreiger attached the ball gag. My sight was then obscured and my attention pulled away as one of the priests thrust his crotch forward and rubbed himself against my face, as he said, "I am Father James, my son." The other priest did the same as he said, "I am Father Malcolm, my son."

Because if the priest thought he could haunt me with the scripture, he'd soon learn that even God couldn't save him. The moment the last handful of dirt fell onto Big D's coffin, the crowd began to thin. Black umbrellas drifted away, the murmurs carrying grief, pity, and fear. Sera stayed rooted at my side, her face pale, her hands folded tight over her stomach. She hadn't spoken a word since the fake priest had vanished into the rain. Until now. "Killian..." Her voice cracked. "I—I just remembered something." I turned my head, studying her. She wouldn't look at me. Her gaze was fixed on the muddy grave, her lashes clumped from rain and tears.