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I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

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Tobias honestly did not have much interest to know too deeply about the divine teaching of the goddess, but living for five years in the temple and forced to listen to Belial's stale sermon every single week; made him quite expert on the subject. The fire mage believed that the books of divine teaching were written by the earlier priests and not from the moon goddess’ herself. But he did not want to argue about it, especially to Belial and his followers. For him, it was enough to do good to others. As the time getting late, Tobias Duskfall excused himself because he must help Sister Marion to prepare the dinner. “Sorry bro, I must go now to the kitchen,” he said while rose up from his readin

The priestess hissed out, standing up from her chair as she walked in again. “If it’s not for father’s respect, I should have fucking sent her out of this pack. She just keeps dwelling on free things and she won’t even show… The rest of the words disappeared as the priestess appeared once again, this time a large book in her hand. The both of their eyes connected again, eyeing him with disdain as she threw the book to the table. I gulped down, hurriedly picking it up, “I was going to tell and explain to you what it is before. But given the stupid disrespect iface from this riff raff everytime, I change my mind. Look it up yourself.”

“Oh Lady of Hope! Oh Ruler of Stars! Oh Queen of the Moon! We put our faith in you, we believe in you, we celebrate you!” The prayer ended and I was left in awe. I could have clapped my hands if it wasn’t locked with Tyler’s. “You may now sit down,” said Jane. I sat in the flowery chair beside Tyler, who is on my left and I am on his right. The High Priestess Jane has muttered more words, mostly pertaining to their belief from the Book of Moons. I was left listening and the twenty-minutes preach almost sent me to a slumber if it wasn’t for Tyler’s presence—his scent sending me in a garden of serenity.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

she said. The commentator requested everyone to turn off their phones as the mass is about to start. On his phone is a reminder of his supposed first fitting of wedding suit. He immediately deleted it. He asked to meet the chaplain who also heads the seminary. They invited him for a proper breakfast. “You are heaven sent, Mr. Romero. This is such a huge amount. This will be used for our other projects set to start in the coming months this year,” Fr. John, the rector of the seminary thanked Nate.

she said softly. "My...?" "I will teach you to read and to write." His eyes widened at the unexpected offer. Lower priests like him were not allowed to read anything except the simplified, written words of the head priests unless they were promoted to head priests like Federic. Even having these books in his room was an offense. He started to tell her no but the determination, kindness and eagerness in her eyes stalled him. He sought a way to let her know his plight. "I will be glad, Your Highness, but none of the other priests must know that..."