Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"I heard the new Priest was a cultist in University. A brutal, wicked one." The eyes of the remaining nuns opened, including Estelle. "We're in prayers time, Nuns. We can't get distracted by gossips." Another nun—Grace, replied. Grace is the most religious here. "But this concerns the Church!" The gossiper said adamantly. "How can a former cultist become a Priest just because he went to seminary school? He's not worthy of—" "Shut up!" Estelle snapped. "He's already Father Tobias. If you think he doesn't deserve to be a Priest, then ascend to heaven and report to God!"

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

My heart palpitations weren't like the ones I get when I was having silly dreams about my stepbrothers in secret, this one was painful in a way that I wished I could just cry it out but I couldn't. My chest was tight, the thoughts of the Alpha's real names almost cracking me up. Who gives his sons such weird names? So Cahiah's real name was August and Knight was April while Reign was June and Zion July. I wished I could laugh. My palpitations didn't allow it. But whatever it was that made them become priests is not my concern. I got out of the bath at exactly 8:00pm and I ate alone until I was at my door. “Little Saint.” Knight called.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

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Eli and the other vampires gathered around a large stone altar, where they began to perform a ritual to call upon the spirits of their ancestors for guidance and protection. As they chanted and prayed, the air began to shimmer and glow with an otherworldly light. Eli felt a surge of energy coursing through his body as the spirits of his ancestors answered their call. Suddenly, the air around them began to swirl and twist, and a figure materialized in front of them. It was a woman, dressed in ancient robes and carrying a staff adorned with precious stones. "Greetings, my children," she said in a voice that echoed through the cave. "I am Selene, the High Priestess of our ancestors. I have been

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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.

I stood with a chair in my hands and stared at the empty doorway until the present room returned around me—bright, noisy, occupied by a different man in a black cassock. By midday I was carrying a box of the new priest’s books toward the parish library. The cardboard edge dug into my palms. Dust and old paper rose when I shifted my grip. Inside the library the air was cooler, polished, familiar. I set the box down and began shelving. That was when I saw them: the same volumes Cassian had borrowed and returned in the early hours before he vanished, spines aligned with bureaucratic neatness. I knew those books, They were the same books Mr. Halden had told me Cassian returned in the early hours

“Oh, Father Elias. Where do I even begin?” My name. I never gave it. Well, maybe she’s been to the church and recognizes my voice. She starts talking anyway. Slow. Deliberate. Each word chosen with care. “I made a priest in Florence fuck me on the altar steps in 1587. He was so devout before I found him. He spent hours on his knees praying, just like you do. I whispered to him until he dragged me up there, lifted my skirts, and pushed inside me while the crucifix watched. He cried throughout it. Called out to God right as he spilled inside me. Then he hanged himself two days later.”