Nasty Nun Novels & Stories

The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes. Then I saw him. Fuck. Tall. Inked hands. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked straight at me like he already knew I’d taste good. My stomach clenched, but my pussy clenched harder. Who in the fucking sex scene was this hottie? “Liv, this is Zane,” Sabrina said, like she read my thoughts. She didn’t look at me. She was wearing shorts she hadn’t worn in a year — too tight, too high — and a top that looked like it belonged to me.

Chapter one: The First Confession Ciara's PoV: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." I uttered, voice barely above a whisper and not so sure what of myself. My cravings had been unhinged lately, as an aspiring nun, someone who wanted to devote her life to worship. I had told myself at first that it was nothing, that all females experience this, including nuns. But everything shattered when I skipped going for practice, joining the church for charity or even responding to my boss email on time in the morning, and devoted my mornings to fingering myself until I came over and over again.

he asks. I sigh, withdrawing his hand, but I freeze when my eyes land on a bombshell taking orders on tables below. I snap my fingers to the side, and Alvize rushes over to me: "Signore Ganovese?" "Why is Didi down there?" I ask him without wasting a second. Alvize and my cousin look shocked by my question. But I don't give a damn. She's wearing the uniform of a nightclub waitress, and it's driving me crazy. She's wearing a black t-shirt that shows off her belly with the nightclub logo hanging over her shoulder. And I'm not sure which drives me crazier: the high-waisted black shorts, the neon pink bra, or her endless legs.

Although I'll be in pain but I'll have no choice or anything to do, I'll be stuck in pain as I'd have to do all the requests of myself. The door pushes open and nova walks in almost naked with only a pair of nipple clamps. Kaden's pov. I had planned the whole thing from.th onset, although the part about the contract with the men came.in right on track. I had planned to meet with the masked assassin who obviously is Nathan's sister. However, every piece of the puzzle immediately became settled as soon as I saw the pictures forwarded to me. Nove is a hifi class d stripper, she counts six figures, charges a lot and has no real social media accounts apart from the ones created by her fans here a

“Don’t mention that stinky jerk’s name, little aunt. And Kaliyah is my woman. She’s destined to be mine.” “Well, we aren’t sure about that.” Again, Ruan frowned at his aunt. “But what we are sure about is that woman will surely be a strong Luna. A strong and powerful one.” “She’s also breath-takingly beautiful. Little aunt, have you ever seen anyone more beautiful than her? look at her…” Samantha glanced at her student again. She was dresses in a dusty clothing because of her training, dripping with sweat and dirt covering her. But she won’t deny that her nephew was right. And him being this captivated by that lady is justifiable.

"Who else knows? Is it still just Ten and Lucas?" Her father nodded, adjusting his seat. "Good, the less you know, the better." She reached for the door, wanting to open it. "By the way. Who's the new girl at the table?" Mr. Aiden stops her from leaving. Gwen rolled her eyes. "Her name is Fanny. She's the new nurse I told you about." "Small, fragile girl..." "It's boring too." She agreed, rolling her eyes again.

Sister Elizabeth got up and checked on her moving her head. “What?” Isabella moved back away from her. “Sorry, you appeared to pass out or something.” She gave the sister a long look as a knock startled the two of them. “Come in.” A much younger nun in her late twenties stepped into the office. She was not wearing anything that gave away that she was a nun other than a cross and a certain demeanor. She was quite stunning with long wavy dark hair. She had on a dark shirt and skirt with black tights and modest shoes.

She knew what she was getting into, but with the Mafia Boss? “I have more enemies than I can count,” continued Damian, “And they would do anything to get their hands on my only nephew, whom I consider a son. Only Heir to the Ricci name.” He paused. It was a lot to take in for Cassie. She had all those years of training, but it seemed like they had disappeared. “And that’s where you come in, Elite Nanny.” Said Damian, walking closer to Cassie, with both hands in his pocket.

she asked. The nun covered her face in shame. "I... I... no. Besides, if I were in love with Mr. Fritz, would the handsome Mr. Fritz want to fall in love with me?" asked the nun. She had her back to Elissa. Her hand was playing with the ends of her hair. She looked shy. Elissa sighed. There were strange things in this world. Although she admitted that Fritz's face was far above average, his sadistic and temperamental attitude was sickening. She moved her hand again. She wanted to get some water.

My best friend, my partner in crime (well, figuratively speaking), and the one person who could always brighten my day no matter what. I parked my car right next to one of the many luxurious cars lining the parking lot and stepped out, smoothing down my dress and taking a deep breath. The idea of seeing Emilia after so long made my heart race with excitement, but there was also a small knot of unease in my stomach. Mansions like this didn’t belong to ordinary people, and Emilia’s vague descriptions of her “boss” who turned out to be Alaric Castillo, was anything but ordinary. One of the most feared and ruthless Capo in the mafia.