Priest: A Love Story Novels & Stories

“Four seeds planted. Four men have filled you. But this last one – this is different.” “How?” My voice is wrecked from screaming. “Because I want you to feel this as love. Not duty. Not submission. Love.” He kisses me. The High Priest – old enough to be my father, leader of our community for four decades – kisses me like a lover. His tongue traces my lips, enters my mouth, claims me with tenderness that undoes me completely. I’m crying again. But these tears are different. "Now,” he whispers against my lips, ”let me complete you."

A no-nonsense woman in her late forties approached Natalie behind the door with a clipboard in her hands. The sound of music fills the air... Natalie's heart skipped a beat. "Why does this feel so real?" she muttered to herself. As the main door swung open, Natalie emerged and gracefully made her way through wisps of smoke. Her on-screen father took hold of her hands as they proceeded down the aisle together. Liam smiled and took her hand, exchanging a nervous glance with Natalie as they moved forward. "Today, we have come to witness a love story unfold before our eyes," the Priest declared. "The love story of Victoria and Pablo."

I say to him as I left them there. I roamed to Mirabelle and took Giovanni and stood next to The Love Of My Life. Claire couldn't even believe me, but yes She deserves it they both do. I was there but didn't hear a word they said. The sound of Vincenzo’s heartbeat was just enough. "May the Peace and the Unconditional Love of God surround you and remain with you now and forevermore. Amen." The Priest said and everyone applauded. "You may seal your vows with a kiss." They kissed each other. I couldn't help but smile. I didn't even notice the tear falling from my eyes.

Just as I sighed, a distant, ethereal voice reached my ears. It was hard to decide whether it was a man or a woman, real or an illusion. The voice asked me what I wanted most in my life. I thought for a long time, then whispered the word, "Love." In the next moment, blinding white light filled my vision. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I had won the lottery.

I see Christian’s composure crack, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he watches his bride approach. Once Alessia joins Christian at the altar, the priest motions for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to be seated. We file into the front pew. The priest, a kind-faced man with a gentle voice, begins. He speaks of love not as a fleeting emotion, but as a conscious choice made every day. “Love,” he says, his voice echoing softly in the hallowed space, “is a promise. It is the foundation upon which you build a shared life, a sanctuary against the storms. It is in the grand gestures, yes, but more importantly, it is in the quiet moments—the shared coffee in the morning, the hand that reaches for y

"Tell me this is a misunderstanding, tell me you haven't been stupid enough to get involved with a man of the church." "It's not a misunderstanding." I leaned against the wall, suddenly exhausted. "His name is Damien and I love him and tomorrow morning there's going to be a story about his past and our relationship." "His past?" Suspicion sharpened his tone. "What past?" "Before he became a priest he killed someone." The words came out flat. "He worked for criminals and murdered a teenager and then found God and came here to atone. And I fell in love with him knowing all of that."

ACE. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest states in a quivering tone right before a bullet finds a gap in our human defence wall and drills into his skull – instantly killing him. It all seems to play out in slow motion in front of me, blood squirts through the air and I crush my lips against Amelias’, turning our bodies, so her back is facing the now-dead priest. The beat of my heart is drumming against my chest frantically, filling my ears with blood.

I stared at him, a stranger now. "If you'd owned up to loving Lila, I'd respect you. You saved my life, so I won't hold your past against you. Go be with her. We're even." His eyes dimmed. "But you're the only one I love. I can't let you go and start over with someone else." His sincerity was a mockery. "Stop playing the devoted husband," I snorted. "I've been more than fair. Your apologies are too late."

The sun had already set, and with very little light, there wasn't much to see. Then the ceiling-to-ground glass door slid open, and one foot stepped out, then another followed. A figure swayed in the dark, her hips captivating the priest's eyes with every turn. Between the High Priest's legs, a growing bulge presented itself. It ached as her hands traced down his chest to the desire that wanted to be released. “I thought we agreed to help the Queen in the open, then sabotage it all behind their back,” a soft voice trailed. Priest Soren swallowed hard. His eyes flickered with lust, and he pulled the figure closer, smashing his lips against hers like a hungry beast.

I even thought that she would never appear in my life again, but I never thought that the person she was talking about in her account—the one she was sweetly in love with—would be Leo. As soon as Eliza saw him, she immediately kissed him with a coquettish look, almost like a young maiden. "I knew you still liked me the most." Leo looked around and tried to push her away, but she stubbornly hugged him even tighter, pouting and kissing him even more. The two embraced and kissed each other passionately, and then they walked into the villa together. While at the door, Leo even teasingly touched Eliza's behind and asked in a low voice, "Do you still have contraceptives?"