Romans & histoires Priest

, she continued, “ we would've met you after the mass but you were the typical kind that runs away after the mass, so we decided to come in” “ Forgive me, I had something very urgent to attend to”, I said, hoping that they get to understand it as ‘ I was running to the toilet’. I mean, that was what every priest said whenever they needed to heed to nature's call. It was a more polite way of saying it, and truth be told, it has led to so many people, especially children, to think that we priests don't use the bathroom: you just never hear us say the word. “ Oh, not to bother, we understand. Um, first things first, I am Sister Reb

The congregation remained blissfully unaware. But I wasn’t. He knew that I knew. And now he was drawing the boundary publicly. “A priest,” he continued calmly, “does not belong to himself. His life is not his own. His heart is not his own. He has given it.” A soft murmur of reverence moved through the pews. I felt something twist painfully in my chest. Given. “As have many of you,” he added, widening the net to keep the congregation unaware. “Marriage. Parenthood. Service. Every sacred calling requires sacrifice.”

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.

Damien’s POV: Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress.

"You think I'm dumb like your dumb ass?" I swallowed. "Say shit one more time," he dared. I held his gaze nervously but lowered my eyes as tears filled them again. He dragged me along, heading close to the altar. I felt the need to cry my eyes out as we got to the priest. "We here," Big Kai said to the priest who nodded slightly. "Welcome, Big Kai," the priest said with a tiny smile as his eyes moved to me. He is a tall young priest who looks like he could be around Big Kai's age. I don't know his age.

That's also the reason Camden never improves. "And I hope we see each other again next Sunday!" I blinked several times when the priest bid his goodbye to us. Well, if I'm not mistaken, his name is Joseph Walter. From what I've heard from the rumors, he was a priest from another chapel before he assigned here; I remembered hearing that he used to take advantage of nuns. But seriously, I hope that's not true or I'm going to puke on his face right now. I lost count of the time. My father forbade me to open my phone because I kept looking at it the whole time.

Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their liv

He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Oh, Donncha, this is no time for your jokes," Roisin said with a giggle to lighten the mood. Hector tightened his grip on Skye's hand and whispered. "Don't pay attention," he told her, and Skye nodded. Finally, Hector addressed the priest, "You may begin." The priest lifted his hands and blessed the gathering. He was of average height and had lost his youthful appearance a long time ago. His hair was wavy and longer than what was typical for Highlanders.

Instead, he focused on the man who has a piece of paper in his hand, a mic in his right hand. A man with white hair stood on the pulpit, he wore the alb which is the long white vestment, held around his waist by a girdle and the two sides of the garment are held together by a morse as the priest's dressing code or robe. Grey looked serious as he stared at the priest's lips waiting for the words to fall out. I couldn’t understand what was going on, who was Alisa to him and why does he look typically cold...