Pope Joan Novels & Stories

He wanted to conquer… “I…. I … I can’t my Lord.” Joan shook her head regretfully “My family will disown me, and I will be an outcast.” Although she said she couldn’t, she moved on his legs in a tantalizing manner, feigning to move away but arousing desire in him. She had seen her mistress use this move when she peeped into her room once. “Be my mistress.” Caster wanted to deflower the unwitting prey or so he thought!

Reece says with a cute smile. "Who's the fine lass Reece?" The man asks offering me a warm smile. "This is Morgana. She'll be joining me today." Reece answers and Pops nods as he escapes to the back of the counter. Reece leads me to a booth at the very end of the shop away from the other people at the shop. "He's really cute.." I say as I get into the seat across from him. A waitress comes to us in a few seconds and takes our orders. I order a chocolate milkshake with strawberries and Reece just orders iced coffee.

On her back between her rose gold wings laid her sword. She was currently Pope John XII lover. She had the young pope wrapped tightly around her little finger. The man was all but her slave with each whisper in his ear. She was driving him to insanity. To touture him she stopped sleeping with him. Now that she finally found her purpose as an elite warrior for a goddess; with a chance or redemption to make it back home to The Veil. Everything changed for Morgan she was living, eating and breathing her new life as a guardian. That still didn't prevent her from manipulating the young male. Ensuring that I would be named as holy empress of Rome once I’m ‘found. Like Louis, she put together peopl

"Let's go inside." After a few seconds, both of them appeared inside the cathedral. Minerva glanced around her as she saw large mosaics. Moreover, the interior was built with white and gold that looked simple, but extravagant. Right in the center, there stood a beautiful tall woman that was dressed in a white long robe. Furthermore, she had a white veil on her head and a scepter on her right hand. "That's Winter," her father said, "The Pope of this generation." Minerva was astonished by her father's words. What?! That beautiful tall woman was the famed Pope?!

Razer next to him was a little helpless: "Miss McDonald may be angry when she hears this." Roger : "???" "I asked... is there a possibility that this explorer is called Magellan?" Three people said in unison: "Absolutely impossible!" "but..." Roger substantively pointed his finger at the group chat on Jessica's phone and said. "The commission clearly says it's called Magellan?" "Yeah?" Roger now has some doubts about whether this Miss Magellan is a magician who knows how to work as a migrant worker and runs a fried chicken and burger restaurant part-time...

I absolutely hate him. “Lord Justinian.” Joanne murmured sitting up slowly. “I’ve heard about him.” All eyes were on Joanne. The light in her eyes… “He- He killed his last wife because she gave birth to a girl.” Her expression was grave. “He smashed the baby’s head on the ground and then beat his wife to death… Lydia- She was one of my closest friends growing up…” She looks like she is giving up entirely. What can I say? What can I do to help?

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

Cristiano had been doing his own research behind Zoe’s back, and he encountered a specific name that popped up multiple times - Magdalena Moonshadow. Magdalena Moonshadow, a mystical and revered figure, was rumored to possess ancient wisdom and unparalleled knowledge of the supernatural realms. She was said to have lived in seclusion, deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, where she communed with nature and delved into the secrets that transcended ordinary understanding. Whispers spoke of her powers to communicate with spirits, decipher cryptic prophecies, and provide guidance to those who sought her wisdom. Her age was unknown, for time seemed to bend around her, leaving her eternal

"Or war we shall give right on." Despite the panic around, the pope managed to render his words to the tribe chief. "I have been mistaken for the schedule of the attack of your tribe, chief. However, it wont be long before the palace will form an army to retaliate your blows. It might have taken your daughter's life." After those words from the pope, was the entrance of the said tribe princess, now wearing her veil across her face. Her eyes searching until it reached him-Jion. Who had the same intense eyes boring directly at her.

But strange that Joana didn't min Susan had heard of the woman of course. Birds had flied everywhere and whenever trade was concern, Joana's name wasn't excluded. She was, by all means, a born trader though she bore with her the godly name of a Madrigal by only Jonathan. Her birth was of unknown history. But she had her wits. That's enough perhaps in a trad