Nasty Nun Novels & Stories

You managed to forget that arrogant asshole who thinks he's above other people just because he has money. "Guys, meet Luca my boss." I freeze upon hearing that sacred name being blurted out. Instead of staring at my laptop screen, I turn to the tall guy who is standing behind Noah. Dressed in one of his tailored suits, with a friendly facial expression that has a smile on it, there he is, the very same arrogant asshole who gave me my last orgasm. Yes, it's been four months since I've had one. Haven't you heard, I'm a nun now? Because on the day I left that luxury apartment building, I promised myself to never engage into any sinful, forbidden act. Yes, the devout Christian is back.

The nun also saw the crack and said to me, “Please don't worry. All God's plans have meaning. Blessings and misfortunes are not absolute. Sometimes they can be turned into each other.” I nodded my head and didn't mind the little accident. As a man, I have the confidence to protect my wife and children. “I can't believe my eyes. My cousin Nuri is married.” I laughed in disdain at the sound. An aristocratic playboy in a purple dress walked into our room. He is indeed here. I hate the smell of incense on him. I covered my nose and stepped back, holding Sibyl behind me.

The country's most dangerous killers, assassins, shooters, fighters and all kind of criminals usually comes to my underground club for business. Some bet money for fighting, shooting while some came here to hire a criminal to kill someone. It was the worst place ever. Every man and woman was dangerous in that room. But amidst all the criminals, my eyes landed on an innocent and pure soul, sitting on a couch alone while hundreds of eyes were shamelessly staring at her body. Even the lesbians were eye-fucking her. Natalia. "What the fuck is she doing here?" I heard Stephen growl. "Same question playing in my head." I hissed in anger.

N_Nina_Arthur F******k:- S.N.Nina Arthur

' Yaju wondered sadly. While he was mulling over his weird condition and his sering hot body, the guard came back with a nun. She had very distinctive features from the other nuns. She's petite, she had brown hair that was pulled up into a curly twin tail, and when you look into her eyes, it was as if you were seeing a small, flowing stream in the middle of a hill. Light blue and fresh. "Is this the patient, Officer Tratt?" asked the nun calmly. Her voice was pretty high, but it has its own sense of cuteness that could make people want to listen to it again.

No chaos. Just order. “This is prison,” Christiana muttered under her breath. Her mother stepped out of the car. “This is your last chance.” Inside, the convent smelled faintly of polished wood and incense. Footsteps echoed along the high-ceilinged corridor as a nun guided them toward an office at the end of the hall. The door opened. Behind a large wooden desk sat a woman dressed in a traditional black-and-white habit. Her posture was straight, her expression unreadable, her presence commanding without effort.

I didn’t reach for him. “The drain, huh?” I said, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it a gurgly monster? The kind that just wants to eat your soap bubbles?” Luca’s crying hiccupped. He nodded, big eyes wide. “My nonna in Sicily told me a secret about drain monsters,” I said, leaning in a little. “They’re not scary. They’re just… very, very hungry for dirty water and bubbles. They’re the clean-up crew. If you let them eat the yucky bath water, they get full and fall asleep. Then they can’t bother anyone.”

She looked around the kitchen and then at me. "Oh." She smiled. "Sorry — I was just looking for somewhere quiet. Is it okay if I'm in here?" "Of course." I moved to the other side of the counter. She came in properly and sat on one of the bar stools, looking around with genuine curiosity. Her eyes moved over the kitchen and then settled back on me. "You're the nanny," she said. "Yes." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." She tilted her head slightly. Not unkind — more genuinely puzzled. "That's quite young to be doing this full time. Especially live-in." She looked at me carefully. "What made you choose this? You could be at university or — "