Priest: A Love Story Novels & Stories

He was so handsome, and I loved him so much that it physically hurt. The priest went on to read a couple of scripts from the bible and everyone seemed entranced by each word that he spoke. Some even swooned at the romantic sentiment of the evening. In the background, the music began again, only it was much softer so I wouldn’t drown out the words of the priest.

Henry cleared his throat and added, "However, it was all in the past. There's no point recalling it, only for the sake of clarity. I hope this encounter will help you go on with your life." "Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history." Khana stood up and cornered the dumbfounded priest. She paralyzed him with just one stare directly at his eyes. The lady has her charm to suck his sanity. "Prove to me that your love for me is just part of history," says Khana as she capped the face of the priest. "I will kiss you. Dare to kiss back, and I'll never let you go," she added.

The priest marveled as he slowly circled him. “I have nothing for you, priest. You’re definitely not getting anything out of me.” Flint argued. The priest threw him a stern look and continued. “I don’t need you to give me any information. I already know all that I need to know and it’s no thanks to you.” Flint had a smirk on his face that further angered the priest. “You are loving this; aren’t you?” the priest asked him in a small voice. “It’ll be my pleasure to see you finally defeated.”

“He told me that a king who lay with men was a king who had lost God’s favor. He showed me sermons I’d given years ago sermons about the abomination of unnatural relations and he asked me if I meant them. And I said yes. Because I was afraid. Because I’d spent my entire life trying to atone for a sin I committed in my youth, and I saw in you the reflection of my own damnation.” He stood. The movement was slow, arthritic, the rising of a man whose joints had forgotten how to move. “When I was young,” he continued, “I had a lover. A man. We were together for three years in absolute secrecy. And then the Church found us. My lover was executed. And I… I chose God. I entered the priesthood. I spe

The priest started. “Love is our liberation. To be together with the one we love is our destination.” Every word the priest said made an imprint in my heart. Loving Beth freed me from fear. She made me realize that choosing her is choosing love all the time. When the priest ended and ordered me to kiss my bride, I turned to Beth and stared at her dearly beloved face. This is the woman I ever loved with all my heart. The only woman I will ever love in this lifetime. Beth was still crying, but I could see a glow in her eyes.

I whisper longingly. Priest stiffens but doesn’t pull me away. Instead, he places his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, making delicious shivers rock through my body before he whispers in my ear. “My cousin is a fortunate man,” We both reluctantly pull apart, slowly gazing into each other’s eyes as our breaths mingle for less than a second. I want more, but it’s not possible. Feeling desperate, I open my mouth to say anything, but no words come out. Seeing my confusion, Priest raises his hand and lovingly caresses my cheek. “It was good seeing you, Sage. You look breathtaking tonight.” I bite my lip waiting for more, but he doesn’t say another word. Instead, he lowers his hand caref

There was only the man I loved. The priest smiled warmly between us, his voice calm and steady as the tide. “We are gathered here,” he said, “not for duty, not for alliance, not for power—but for love. A choice. A promise freely given.” My chest tightened. I watched his face as the priest spoke about commitment, devotion, partnership. About choosing each other in calm seasons and in storms. About standing together when the world pulls you apart. When it was time for vows, his hands found mine.

If love is not shown to him, if he does not encounter love, if he does not feel it and make it his own, if he does not participate personally in it, he remains an incomprehensible entity for himself, and his life is meaningless. Giving is at the core of love. Only by giving of ourselves can our lives be fully satisfied. What does this have to do with the priesthood? A priest sacrifices himself in order to give others life. Through his close relationship with his bride, the Church, he offers life to God's family as 'Father.'

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That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.