Novel & Cerita Priest: A Love Story

My parents have never been the strict parent, they always understand me but they don't anymore, I'm in love with Vaxel, I don't know how, when and why the feelings started, maybe it's because he wasn't the boy who bullied me for having big glasses, for having braces, for having this stupid hair and being naive, maybe because, he never for once treated me the way boys in school treated me, maybe because he made me feel I wasn't a dork. My whole life I've been bullied in school and then I meet my prince charming who never thought of me less than a human, my prince charming who happened to be the only son of the Jericho's, my family's long time rival and enemy, yes I was stupid enough to fall i

Then I hear the priest speak again "Mr Riccardo Palermo and Alessia Franco may the love between you grow stronger and stronger until you both die without each other, and may you be happy together, even if you will be old and die from old age." There's a small silence after that and the priest turns toward us and he smile widely, he looks so happy. Then Riccardo takes my hands and he puts them in his pockets, he takes my left hand and he places it on his chest, he places his left hand over mine and he closes his eyes. Even thought he looks so cold both inside and outside, I could feel the warm and kindness from him.

When had that happened? "I had wished... someday... when I had fulfilled my mission." Priest's words were a bit muffled as he was very focused on biting and nipping at Ink's neck. "I'd hoped but I couldn’t... For me to love you the way I wanted required all of me. You deserve no less. But I was a tom divided, unable to give you that." "Stupid fucking mission." Ink muttered around the moans that Priest's nips were drawing out. "Get your damn clothes off and seal this bond before you decide to solve another of the world's impossible problems."

His hand reached around the ring that once belonged to Amon. The priest's lips approached those of the devil. Could he kiss Louis at least now? Louis had no objection, had raised his head invitingly. Usually it was he who took action. This time it was Amon who wanted to steal a kiss from him. Godric waited eagerly. He did not admit it, but he was a secret fan of romantic films, dime books and books. He was always excited about whether the couple would get together or not. Godric knew this was not comparable to the printed stories, but he was excited about the moment. When the lips were only a finger's breadth away, he folded his hands as if in prayer. He sat down on Amon's bed to follow suit

His fingers closed around mine, and he helped me up the small step to stand beside him. But as he did, he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. "You're mine now," he whispered. A shiver ran down my spine, I didn’t respond instead I kept my eyes glued to the smiling priest. The priest began speaking and I heard the words but couldn't process them. Something about love and commitment and till death do us part. The irony would have been funny if it weren't so horrifying. "Do you, Giovanni De Santis, take Arya Vitale to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Grace Luther read through the letter with a frown; Dear, Gracey. I assume you have met Adeline already as you examine this letter. She has already grown to become a nice young lady. When you see this letter, I reckon I am dead. Please take care of Adeline for me. She grew up without you by her side and has never known a mother's love. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything, I have kept that matter a secret. All that I beg of you, is that you treat her better and let her finish her education. yours sincerely,

the priest continued, his eyes softening as he gazed upon the couple before him, "A union ordained by God Himself, a testament to the power of love to transcend all barriers and unite two souls as one. It is a journey of shared dreams, of mutual respect, and unwavering commitment — a journey that you, Aaron and Elena, are about to embark upon together." As he spoke, the priest's words seemed to weave a tapestry of promises and blessings, each thread a testament to the enduring strength of love in the face of adversity. He spoke of the joys and challenges that lay ahead, of the importance of communication, patience, and forgiveness in building a lasting partnership. And as Aaron and Elena lis

Marco was already dressed, looking surprisingly calm for a man who ran half the city’s underground. “Ready?” he asked as I stepped into the living room. “Yeah,” I said. “I think I need this.” The drive to the church was quiet, but peaceful. We sat together in the third row, side by side as the pastor spoke. His sermon was about grace and forgiveness, about how no matter how dark a heart becomes, there’s always a chance for light to find it. “Jesus is Lord,” the pastor said, his voice strong. “And He is coming soon.”

Alois Devaraux, the first Emperor of Heaven who is known for his excellency in crafting weapons, set his own foot on the land of mortals to bring peace and execute the wolves using his very own hands. Meanwhile, in a far away mountain located in the land of mortals home a woman who fell in love with a wolf, Callista Cournellier. Upon searching for a Comfrey amidst the forest, she stumbled upon a man whom she thought of as a hunter, Louis Valentine. Their meetings did not end in this and they eventually got married. The woman soon bore a child in her womb. The gender is still unknown but a decision has been made to call the baby Anastasia if it’s a female, or Gavin if it is of the opposite ge

They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision. As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h