Pride In The Pews Novels & Stories

It was a part of the life to come here every Sunday, whether you were a believer or not. He didn’t care. His men had to go to confession too, because that was as integral as having loose morals where crime was concerned. The hypocrisy never failed to amuse me. But, as a result, the pews were full. Every single one of them. From left to right. Jam-packed like sardines in a can. Even the two naves were. I was pretty sure it was a damn fire hazard! It helped that Aidan Sr. had his guys on a short leash. The first row filed out, followed by the second and so on. It was anal enough that the pews themselves walked out from left to right like it was some kind of simple dance.

They both were enjoying full privileges of working with a fashion brand as big as Houlin. The congregation sat quietly as the priest who stood at the pulpit preached on. He was preaching about salvation, how Jesus christ had come to save mankind from damnation. His hoarse voice needed no microphone because it echoed loudly in the large church. But he spoke into a microphone anyways and she found his deep voice, sexy.

He scowled and I scowled back. "Are you deaf?" he demanded. "Get up! Let's go!" I groaned. I swung my feet out of bed. He walked out of the room, grunting the whole way. >>><<< The only good thing about church--besides learning about all things Holy--was Primrose. She was the pastor's daughter. She was smart, kind, loving, and fun even though she followed what her dad said far too much. I had tried to convince her to get out of her shell, but nothing ever worked. Plus, she had a secret that only I knew. She would get exorcised if her father ever found out that she was a lesbian.

If Pia knew, would she still look at her with such kindness? She felt ashamed. Ashamed that she wasn't strong enough, ashamed that she wasn't the perfect daughter her mother had deserved. She wanted to disappear into the wooden pew and never be seen again. And then, she felt him. She didn't have to look up to know Thirdie had entered the room. The air seemed to shift the moment he stepped inside heavily, sharp, pressing down on her shoulders. His presence was unmistakable, as if the entire church had acknowledged it. The low murmur of whispers rippled through the crowd again.

I crossed my legs tighter in the passenger seat, hating how wet I was getting just from thinking about it. Later we stopped at the little church on Maple Street—the one Mom had started dragging me to on Sundays since the wedding. I hadn’t been in weeks. It smell of polished wood and old hymnals hit me as soon as we walked in. We sat in the back pew during a quiet midday service. The pastor spoke about temptation and forgiveness, about the strength it takes to choose what’s right even when the flesh is weak. I felt sick.

Leonard watched the graceful line of her neck as she bowed her head in prayer, and the sight anchored him. The service of songs was a tide of quiet reverence and shared memory. Hymns, soft and soaring, filled the tent, their familiar melodies a comfort to the gathered community. Between songs, friends and family stood to offer brief, heartfelt tributes to Priscilla - simple stories of her kindness, her resilience, her love. One of them was Joan, her beautiful face beautifying the cameras.

Greer’s POV "Let us all rise to our feet as the bride walks in, gracefully." The priest announced, and everyone rose to welcome my mom into the church. The large door with a cross sign opened widely, and behold, she walked in slowly. The instrumentalist did their job impressively, playing a slow, elegant, and timeless string melody that builds in intensity. It kept everyone in a standing ovation.

"You do know that it scares the little children, right?" "Let's just focus on addressing them," Edward whispered back and the pope nodded. "We want to thank the Lord for a day like this," the pope began as he walked up to the pulpit and faced the congregation again. "Today is a very wonderful day for every single one of us here as our Duke has found his new rib. Some of you..." Edward tuned out from the service as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breadth. It had been long since he addressed his own people and he suddenly was feeling nervous. He wasn't supposed to feel that way but he did. Maybe it was the guilt that he felt towards Emily and...

“A lot.” Silence. “Speak clearly.” “Oh, I’m being very clear, Father.” I leaned closer to the grate. “I sit in the pew, legs crossed, no panties, pretending to pray while I think about sucking cock.” A sharp inhale. “You’re being deliberately obscene.” “You asked why I was here. I’m answering.” “This is a place of worship,” he said, his voice taut now. “Not your personal stage.” “But I like an audience.” I smiled. “Especially one in a collar.”

We got the opportunity to take a photo with him and Miracle herself was the one who took mine. "It’s nice to meet you, sir, I am Hawkins Pride and I built this small company called Pride Tech. I have been a big fan since I was a teenager and I thought my life was going nowhere until I watched your video." I introduced myself to him with a big smile on my face. "Small? Son, if it's small then I wouldn't hear it all the way to London. I am honestly impressed with your work and I could tell that you will be bigger than me one day. Keep it up, son."