Priest Novels & Stories

“Are you still pretending?” “I'm not pretending, Ezreal. I am a priest,” I whispered, though the words felt thin, unconvincing. He laughed softly. “A priest who moans when I touch him. A priest who begged with his body at night, even as his lips prayed for deliverance.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Do you think God didn’t notice?” Heat crawled up my neck. I forced my gaze to the crucifix above, clinging to it like a drowning man. “You will not shake me. I was deceived. I didn't want it.”

A driver in a grey suit steps out, rounds the hood, and opens the rear passenger door. The cheerful noise reaches a crescendo—then cuts off abruptly, leaving behind complete, breathless silence. A tall, broad-shouldered Black priest steps onto the gravel, holding a thick leather Bible and an exorcist's crucifix. His gaze moves over the crowd, then settles on the church doors. He studies them a moment too long. Then his eyes return to us. He’s striking. Piercing, narrow eyes sweep over the crowd as if they can read every sin carved into our bones. His short, wavy hair is styled like the rappers whose music we secretly pass around at school.

She rolls her eyes, letting me see the inside of her black sockets. “No, but it is true that you are not the most patient person. Imagine this, he is celibate, has been for the longest time, and then comes you, who doesn’t know the meaning of being celibate. He definitely wants you, but all he has known for the last few years is celibacy, he is unsure how to navigate these waters, does not want to betray his faith too, because what is a priest without his faith?” I blink with renewed understanding, “I was going too fast.” I whisper.

There are no soul in scavenge to asked for hopes and miracles, except for the company of Father Yue, a priest and some nun. The mass come to its end early in the morning at 10, and the priest assigned had lead it. He is a man on his late 20’s who had just graduated from the mercenary. Broaden shoulders, and visage that attracts women, who’s undeniably couldn’t deny their disappointment at what track he had chosen. “He could have been a good husband and a father.”

Moving his right hand in his hair, on his neck, he steals glances toward her mother to saw her smiling mildly at him. Knowing what she was thinking, he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw their family priest entering in the hall and everyone stood up in respect. Draped in a single piece of two-metre saffron cotton clothe, his face was shining with the glow and his frontal was marked with vermilion in a horizontal line. "He must be around ninety, isn't it?" whispering to Saaransh, Shana wondered. "I wonder" with his eyes fixed on the priest sitting on the wooden bench in the middle of the room, Saaransh tried to guess his exact a

He went in to see the pastor. "What brings you here?" the priest asked once he and Bryce were seated in his office. "I am confused," Bryce replied. "God can do all things including giving you peace," the priest said. "Would you like to share with me what is making you confused?" he asked. Bryce went ahead and told the priest everything. The priest listened attentively without interruption.

If he could turn back the time, he wouldn't make so many mistakes; Donnell would kill Elliot from when he met him. Oliver looked at the hooded person, he had frozen thinking it could be Mr. Craig and that he was waiting for them, but when he stood up, he noticed that he was much taller and muscular than Mr. Craig, which caused him to shiver a little; he didn't want to mess with that giant. When Chrystal Daly snapped him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze to the tombstone in front of him; there were strange scribbles that he couldn't decipher. The redhead read the description, which consisted only of her mother's name and her birth and death dates.

Unfortunately for him, the Confradia has decided that it is time to end his existence. That’s why I’m here. I’ve come to show Mr. Treadwell the error of his ways before he meets his maker. I’m called Priest, which is ironic because I’m done with sick bastards like him when they all pray for a final absolution. I’d like to think that the old bible adage, an eye for an eye, is an adequate form of punishment. And that’s what Mr. Treadwell is receiving tonight.

David responds as he continues. "I'm no longer a priest, but rather a Brother Deaconate, assisting the priest in his activities such as office work and ministerial activities to the people," David explains. "That means you're secure and safe from temptation," Daniele added. "Ah, are you getting suspicious about my fidelity to you, honey?" Daniele jokes in response to David's call. Before they enter the crown, she hugs him.

". Gill looked up from his steaming bowl of soup and said, " I'm a Priest of the Sofux order." " What does a priest do?" Aelfric had never met a priest before. He had heard of Priestesses of Mar, who would help crop yields, fill dried wells, and keep cattle healthy. Never had he heard of Sofux Priests.