Nasty Nun Novels & Stories

I say and give up. "Nasty ass."

Jeremi commanded It was a woman elegantly dressed in a black-and-cream uniform, hair tightly slicked back, lips pursed in professional stillness. “Ma’am,” she said with a slight bow. “Mrs. Moretti I am here to prepare you for the night.” Eva blinked. Prepare? Mrs? The maid’s heels echoed on the marble as she walked toward the dressing area. “This way, please.” Eva followed, her bare feet making no sound on the cold, polished floor. Every step toward the unknown made her shoulders stiffen. Then the maid opened a door and Eva gasped. The bathroom was colossal. Bigger than her entire room at the convent.

The dim lights cast alluring shadows, teasing his curiosity and luring his gaze towards a sight that promised untold secrets. Suddenly, his gaze fixated on a commotion unfurling to the right, captivating the attention of the entire establishment. The crowd assembled around a figure introduced by Gina, the club's owner, as "The nun." A mysterious aura seemed to emanate from her, shrouding her in an aura of enigmatic beauty and untamed passion.

“Now don’t scream, girl! Or else, you might find your life of leniency here inside the ob-lo quickly turn into something very, very grim and dark!” Ninang unbuttoned and pulled down her orange uniform and placed her cunt in front of Nina’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then the woman started pissing on Nina’s soft, plump cheeks. “Drink my pee, girl! Now, now, don’t scream!” Nina was shocked. It seemed as if all the terrible horror stories she heard about the ob-lo suddenly returned to her memories reeking vengeance and, yes, urine. But this was only the beginning.

She looks up to the calm, controlled Axar and she runs stumbling into the already fragile furniture and breaking a kitchen chair in her haste. She rolls and screams on the floor and slashes her own limps trying to get his blood off of her. Her eyes are pitch black and souless as she screams. I revoke my hold over Axar and let him run to comfort her. She sobs and holds onto him protectively, watching us with anxiety. No doubt dreading our response to her outburst. Narius shivers with bloodlust and he stares her down. "She fucking fed from me. From me!" Narius shouts. She did? Negative energy?

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

squeeze. Sister Mary laughs softly. “No, no. We use our real names. You’re funny.” Of course I’m funny. I’m not even trying. It’s a legit question. Why do all these nuns have names that sound like they came out of a catalog? “You two haven’t introduced yourselves to me,” she says. Huh. I thought they already knew everyone here. Guess they’re letting anyone in without background checks. Whatever. Not my problem. “I’m Damian,” the grumpy dude says.

Her siblings still unaware of the tidal wave about to hit them. That was before everything fell apart. The embezzlement scandal. The lawsuits. The media storm. The betrayal from people they once trusted. It all happened so fast, the Narciso name collapsing under the weight of corporate deceit and public shame. Her father’s reputation shredded, her mother trying to hold the family together with trembling hands, and her younger siblings forced to leave school. They were drowning. And no one was coming to save them. No one… except for one name: Salvador.

My nerves started buzzing, after all, that table was full of the most feared gang members in school, plus MJ, who had us both curious. I walked slowly, not wanting to draw their attention. But just as we were about to pass, one of the most handsome GGS members turned to look at the cafeteria menu behind him. Instinctively, I glanced over, and that’s when I saw him. Chairil Wisnu, better known as Nunu. My eyes couldn’t leave his face. There was something different about his aura compared to the others. Damn, he’s gorgeous! I thought. But Arum quickly grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the exit. “Come on, don’t linger here.”

I belonged to the covenant and I was a werenun. A nurse approached me. “You have to change into this,” she said, holding out a gown. “Your vitals, reflexes, and general scan will be done. You can’t proceed to register for classes unless this is completed.” “I can’t undress in front of strangers,” I said firmly. She blinked, surprised. “Why not?” “I’m a nun.” She frowned. “A what?” Before I could explain, a deep voice cut through the room. “She means she’s part of the convent, and she's a nun.”