Priest Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

He was very vigilant of his environment, so how? The priest smirked seeing his face."He was thinking about the promise land." He said with a chuckle and the whole church erupted in laughter. Lexi blushed a deep shade of red, while Antonio glared at the priest. "Do your job, Padre." He retorted with an eye roll. "Well well. Do you Antonio Saint Claire, take Alexis Thompson to be your lawfully wedded wife..." The priest was saying and Antonio smirked knowingly, checking her out with a raised brow and Lexi blushed even more.

In their place was a kind of almost transparent calm. "That's Reverend Silas," a young priest said when he noticed her staring. She hesitated, then asked softly, "Why… Why did he become a priest?" "I heard he betrayed the person he loved, so he came here to seek atonement," the young priest murmured. "This church is a place of purity. Many come here to seek peace of mind. But with time, the quiet days can also turn tedious. Who knows how long someone from the secular world can endure it?"

Just silence. I stopped in front of him and forced myself to look up. His eyes met mine and the priest began to speak. Lucien didn’t look away, he didn’t blink. “Do you, Lucien Stone, take Elena Rivera” “I do,” he said quickly, like he was checking a box. It was flat, cold. It was like this was just another deal to him. The priest turned to me and I swallowed. “I do,” I whispered. Our voices hung in the air.

He paused, trying to replay the events of the previous years in his mind. "Baby," Simon called Paige, looking at her sadly. While she looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Yes, I'm right here." She replied. "That very day, I met the priest at the church and told him everything my father does to my mum . I was hoping he would try to save her at least. He encouraged me to put her in prayers and told me not to tell anybody else about it as he's going to take it up personally. But guess what? He never did. Later I found out that my late father paid for his wife's eye surgery. So, he felt indebted to him. Before I could get home that very day, the priest had already informed him of everything I

– Sasha said, turning around, almost leaving, but looking at the priest in blue and purple clothes. - Are you from a sect? – He questioned him. - I am of a religion, lord Delphos, I am of the order of Zarathanis , of the religion of Um-Mu. – He said, introducing himself. - What do you want from me, money, a large amount of money ? – Sasha questioned him. - I don't want your money. – Priest said, sitting next to him, when he left a message at reception, waiting for him at a table in the corner.

Simon heard the closing of the door after which his mother, along with his uncle had been dragged out of the inner circle and everything around him seem to slow down. He stood there, reflecting on it all, and then he looked at Elder Samuel when he said to him; “Simone committed a grave sin this time. How are you going to deal with her?”

He remained standing straight, composed, with his hands folded behind him, his expression unreadable. The priest's voice droned repetitively, a muted sound of duty and custom, yet Sierra hardly listened. Her eyes darted toward the pews, where Hunter and Ryder sat like statues, their faces carved with silent expectations. Hunter caught her gaze, his lips curling into a faint smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. “ Sierra Morgan,” the priest's voice interrupted her reflections. “Do you accept Dominic Rinaldi as your legally married husband?” She paused, her throat constricting.

As the prominent modern Messiah of America, he championed kindness and compassion, and empathy. He had also traveled to distant lands like Israel, India, Philippines, Rome, Brazil, etc. so he could preach the Word of God. When the head of the Victor family contacted this reverend pastor to ask for spiritual guidance about Napoleon’s disappearance, Rev. Pastor Elijah Simon offered help and support immediately. The pastor asked for a prayer meeting with the family. He believed that he could positively impact their lives with his miraculous intervention. "Rev. Pastor Elijah Simon, can you work wonders now with our family?" Sarah asked.

When he made eye contact, it was as if they were piercing through you, right into your soul. The congregation was silent as he began to speak. “Good evening, my pack family, Midnight Maple Pack. Thank you to everyone for joining me tonight for another beautiful service put together by our talented priest, Bernard. As usual, his sermon was thought-provoking and profound.” He nodded at the priest who smiled back at him.

The Priest watched him for a short while, his pain palpable and then he went forward and placed his hand on the young Don's head, ‘Vuoi che io preghi con te, mio Figlio,’ [Would you like me to pray with you my Son?] Romero jumped startled by the Priest's presence looking into the kind grey eyes of the elderly man and he nodded. He knelt beside him surprisingly sprightly for his age and gently took Romero's hands in his own, ‘Come nostro Padre ha insegnato, così preghiamo insieme, Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli' [As our Father taught so we pray together, Our Father, Who Art in Heaven]