Priest Novels & Stories

<|control12|>The Confessional Flames I never thought my priesthood would lead me here, tangled in a web of forbidden desires that burned hotter than any hellfire sermon I’d ever preached. My name is Father Elias, and at 28, I was the epitome of devotion—or so the parish believed. Tall, with a lean build from years of seminary discipline, my green eyes and short dark hair made me look approachable, trustworthy. But beneath the cassock, doubts and urges simmered, especially since Luca and Marco entered my life.

The old man was staring toward Christopher with a troubled expression. “There is something deeply wrong.” The hall quieted again. My jaw tightened. “What do you mean?” The priest hesitated briefly before speaking carefully. “How is Christopher related to you?” The question felt strange. “He is my late brother’s son.” The priest’s expression darkened further. “No,” he said quietly. “I do not believe he is.” Silence crashed through the chamber. Christopher froze. So did I. “What?” The priest stepped closer slowly, his gaze fixed on the place where the sacred flames had stood earlier.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

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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he replied, his mouth barely moving as the ceremony continued. I leaned back against the wooden pew, crossing one ankle over the other. "Careful, Father. People might think you have a soft spot for me." His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile, but I caught it anyway. That was Alessio, always trying to pretend he was some cold-hearted priest who only cared about the community, even though I knew perfectly well he couldn't walk past a stray animal without stopping to feed it. The priest beside him cleared his throat, drawing his attention back toward the altar, and Alessio straightened immediately.

No, scratch that, still kinky. “Mister Vincent, I believe we should start the ceremony first and deal with the less important matters after it?” One of the priests dares to speak. I shoot him a glare and the man pales, quickly raising both hands in surrender, “on the second hand, don’t listen to me, I am nothing but an old fool, I have no idea what I’m talking about.” “My man,” I say with a wide grin and wink at him. I like that guy, he knows his place better than any maggot around here does. Totally cool dude.

Hearing the unlocking of the door, Sara -properly dressed this time- stood up from her chair and headed toward the door to take her breakfast. opening the door, she was met with Patrick's friendly face, the mid aged priest in the long hooded grey robe wasn't one of the twelve high priests that formed the holy council, but still had quite the reputability due to his amiable character and friendly behavior, even towards her. he didn't act as repulsive and disturbed by her presence like the other priests, but rather polite and patient all while keeping his distance.

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.

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.

He stopped just a few meters away from me and that’s when i realized that this man is the same man I saw in the mall. “Hello, priestess.” His voice sent shivers all over my body. His voice is deep and cold, though I can’t see his face I can feel his smirk while straigy looking at me in the eyes. Priestess. I have no idea why he keeps on calling me priestess. What’s wrong him? ”Who are you?” He laughed. “You guess.”