Nasty Nun Novels & Stories

“What a silly name.” “Oh, please, call me Theresa, sweetie.” The madam speaks again, making Nerthus’ face light up with a smile. “Okay,” she answers cutely. I am glued to the television as I see how Nerthus starts undressing herself as the madam assigned to her asks her to do so. My guts boil at the men around me starting to make indecent jokes, and surprise myself as I clench my teeth. This is not the first time they show this sort of ritual. All the girls that come in to work on our territory get “scanned” like this. And it is certainly not the first time that they have made stupid sexistic jokes about the girls.

Niley raised her voice at Nina which made Rican grit his teeth. “Girls like you are a shame and disgust for every person who gets associated with someone like you who doesn't even think about right and wrong. They just need money and for that, they could do anything…even it means sleeping with a man who is completely forbidden for her,” Niley glowered at Nina while verbally destroying Nina's character in front of each and every person present inside that room.

She heard what Aaron told Chris about her, For a second she felt as if someone stabbed her chest with a knife in a Brutal manner, And the way Aaron passed her disgusting gaze made her feel so disgusting, She felt as if she wasn't a woman but a cheap third-class harlot. "You are such a horrible person...!" Chris said, Aaron didn't say anything but angrily left Naina and Chris alone. "You should go after him...!" Naina said and was about to leave but Chris grabbed her hand Naina looked at Chris's grip over her palm then she raised her lashes and look into Chris's eyes in a questioning manner, Seeing his worried expression she understood something was wrong. "What happened...?" She asked, "Cast

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.

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.

Then I leaned against the window, staring out at the manicured hedges and the clear blue sky, trying to make sense of it all. Why target me? I was nobody. Just a nanny, someone who had drifted into this life by accident. I wasn’t important enough to be a threat. But Francesca… she was important. She was Alaric’s daughter. And that made her a pawn in a game I barely understood. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the sun streaming through the glass. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that someone had been following me ever since the mall incident. Could it be connected? Was this part of the same threat?

Adel shouting but the little naughty woman was running away. "Jade put your slippers!! bring your towel!" Mrs. Adel shouting at her behind. My first time to see the little woman naughtily pissing off her mother. "Master! Master Javen! Javen!" running away from her mother toward me as I was dumbfounded looking at her in her two-piece swimsuit. She had picked up a two-piece swimsuit! she was so innocently sexy!

It feels like a fire starting in my belly. “No, Angel. For God’s sake, you are a nun. This is just a distraction. This is a sin.” I slide down the wall. I lower my head until my forehead touches the cold, hard tile. The contrast of the cold floor and my burning skin makes me gasp. “God, forgive me,” I whisper, though my heart is still beating fast for the stranger. Then comes a knock. “Angel! Breakfast! Hurry up!” Nanny Mara called from outside.

Stefano said flatly, finishing his whiskey and handing the empty glass cup to Dino. "Poor girls, their demise," Renata said. "You see the woman over there?" She gestured with her glass of champagne towards a woman donned in diamonds and a snug beige gown, her greying hair pulled in a tight bun. “Her name is Nadezdha, she is Russian. She buys under-aged girls, and has them indulge in public brutal intercourse where they are publicly raped by several of her henchmen to entertain her visitors. Heard it's like a nuthouse. Medieval Roman Style anyway."