Priest Novels Novels & Stories

Adi whispered. "Name or anything will be helpful at this moment." Vivi added. The two ladies kept on whispering while the men followed them silently wondering how huge the church was. Leo noticed strange things as they moved deeper in the church. Paintings hung weren't of the gods or goddesses. In fact they were some random images. There were weapons hung on the wall as well. It was strange how a holy place had weapons. The priest went towards a bookshelf and stopped in front of it. He called a person and requested him to hold the lantern. The priest went near the bookshelf and tilted a book.

Christine took a purse from her maid Elena and handed it to Priest Clement, saying, "Priest, these fifty gold coins are a dedication to the gods. Liam also handed over a purse containing ten gold coins, which Priest Clement happily accepted. People in this world do not avoid talking about money face to face. Priests have to agree on a price in advance when they perform divine arts to heal the wounded. The lower ranks are even proud to receive rewards from the higher ones in person. As for the accusation of embezzlement, there is no need to worry. As long as you become a priest, your standard of living is much better than that of ordinary people, according to Church standards. A priest of the

It’s definitely not what I expected, but it’s already more fun than I thought it would be. As they start talking about the book, I feel like I’m watching a different group of people. I thought it’d be light, silly stuff, but these women are diving deep into it. Lilly’s tapping the cover, her serious voice drawing everyone in. “The priest’s internal struggle is the point,” she’s saying. “It’s not just about shock, it’s about what happens when you can’t keep lying to yourself about who you are.” Someone else chimes in, nodding. “And the devil, he’s not just evil for the sake of it. He’s honest. He shows Dominic the truth about himself, even if it destroys him.”

I felt very naked. Not actually for the fact that I had felt like a hypocrite while saying the homily, but because Collins was there, listening to me preach what I never practiced. But all the same, I couldn't help it. Just because I was involved in perpetual sin didn't mean that I shouldn't condemn it, it didn't mean that I should come up to the congregation and tell them that having premarital sex was good, that a priest fucking an altar boy was good. No, it never meant any of that, but I still felt naked because I knew that I would probably be sounding so stupid to Collins. Hearing me preach those words after hearing me moan in sexual pleasure multiple times would definitely be something

I felt like it was my torture hour because everything was always so proper and I hated having my fellow priestess wait on me during dinner. I entered the dining room with its proper chairs and furniture that looked like it should be in a doll house rather than used by real people. I stood waiting for the priestess to enter and bowed my head. I was grateful she at least allow me to wear my school clothes now instead of trying to go change and put on a ridiculous dress for dinner. She entered with her practically white hair down practically to her ankles and her crystal blue eyes. All of her body movements were that of dance practice and all the other priestesses ate it up. I did my best not t

"Really? What would you call this arrangement?" The five priests looked at each other, then back at her. "Sacred prostitution," Father David suggested. "An ancient practice. Temple priestesses who served gods through sexual service." "Devoted servitude," Father Thomas offered. "Consensual submission in service to a higher purpose." "Mutual salvation," Father Chen said. "You save us from breaking our vows in destructive ways. We save you from loneliness and unfulfilled purpose." "A blessing," Father Joseph said simply. "For all of us."

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

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.

The priest put up a hand to defend himself, and felt agonizing pain as the knife sank through his palm and came out the other side. “Ahh! Help! I’ve got a mad girl in my…!” the priest screamed, falling over backwards with Annabel on top of him. They crashed to the cool marble floor of the office, and his blood began to spread over it. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, this crimson source of life.

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”