Priest Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Are you Lucas Cain? I’m Terry Groban. I’m the Rector of Saint Gabriel’s, the church that manages this facility. I’m sorry I didn’t make it in to see you while you were in the hospital. Welcome home.” “I’m not Catholic.” Lucas wasn’t quite sure why he said that. And the priest seemed just as confused. “I’m not Catholic either, Lucas. This is an Anglican facility.” “Oh.” He probably should have known that. “Well, I’m not Anglican either. I mean, there’s no reason you should have come to see me in the hospital. That’s all I meant.” “Ah. I see.” The priest stepped back from the doorway. “Well, come on in. You look like you might wa

Khatri feels like there’s a noose around his throat, where he stands before his congregation, the weight of their expectant gazes pressing in on him. The church is fuller than usual, every pew packed with faces familiar and some not, but all of them are anticipating one thing. His first baptism in three years of being the priest of this parish church. In bigger towns, baptisms weren’t such a big deal but in small towns like Hapeville, this might as well measure up to a world-stopping event like manna falling from heaven. They were all here to witness the cleansing and rebirth of lost souls, bringing them to Christ. Khatri can only imagine how scandalous it’ll

Hadn't let himself. The priest came out of the sacristy as they were closing the door behind them. He was old, older than Alex expected, with white hair and hands that trembled just slightly when he moved. His cassock was worn, the fabric thin at the elbows, the hem frayed. But his eyes—his eyes were sharp. The kind of sharp that came from years of watching, of listening, of seeing things other people tried to hide. He stopped when he saw them. His eyes moved from Vincenzo to Alex's mother to Alex, and something in his face shifted. Something that looked like recognition.

The room was silent except for heavy breathing. "Let me introduce everyone properly," Father Henry continued. "Sister Veronica, these are my brothers in Christ. Father Marcus"....he indicated the oldest priest...."our senior priest. Father David"....the middle-aged one with gray streaking his temples...."who handles our charitable work. Father Thomas"....a man in his mid-forties with kind eyes...."our music director. Father Joseph"...the youngest, intense and handsome...."our youth minister. And Father Chen"...the Asian priest, scholarly and precise..."who manages our finances." Each

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Without another word, he turned and walked out again. ⸻ A few minutes later, the atmosphere in the room changed. The door opened once more, but this time, it wasn’t Arnold. An elderly priest walked in slowly, holding a small cross and a worn-out Bible. His face was calm, but there was a hint of unease in his eyes—as if he already sensed something was wrong. Behind him stood Arnold. “Pray for her,” Arnold said flatly. Anna frowned slightly, confused. “For what?” she asked weakly.

Hayley fell to the ground her eyes full of anger as she noticed the fire in the priest’s eyes. She gasped in shock. “You have been changed?” The priest stretched his neck and exhaled. “That would be something if it were true; now wouldn’t it? Don’t ever try to ambush me again.” Hayley picked herself off the ground and dusts off. “Why have you summoned me here, human?” “You know, you’re going to have to stop referring to me as, human. Around here I’m commonly known as, Priest and that’s what I’d like you to call me.”

Huh! That little priest was looking for death!

In the midst of the crowd laid a dead old priest with a bible in his left hand. In his right hand held a black big rosary that went rolled around his palm. "Please walk away. It's the police. " stated Jessica showing her badge to the people having them all extend. "I know this priest. " muttered Vivana. His name is Antonio Andrade. He was a good man. It was in a few minutes when an old nun came passed the people rushing towards the corpse.

PAST I couldn’t sleep, being an Angel i don't have to. That might be the reason why i am roaming in the forest away from the house of the priest whom i am send to guard. I am his guardian Angel. He is a gentle soul, whom the lord above favours. The priest is so pure and kind hearted. He has certain abilities to heal the psycological issues of the humans who asks for his help. Humans think him as some type of a pscologist, but in reality he is gifted. His abilities are special.