Priest Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

Priest owns several properties but spends most of his time here, so he makes it very homey. Hunter is one of his tenants. When he’s not in Maleah’s house, he’s here. Taking a seat across from both of them, I reach for a plate and eat. Santana ignores me and continues to eat while Priest takes a sip of his coffee and lays it back down on the table. “Have you spoken to Connor and Hunter yet?”

"Reverand, I need your help…" Simon spoke on the phone for quite a long time and in forty minutes, a light-skinned man dressed in a long white cassock came in and found him alone sitting on the chair conversing with Queen as if he was crazy. He didn't see him come in. The reverend stood behind him and listened to his monologue and was baffled, "What kind of faith is his! Surely the good Lord will not abandon him!" He meditated and tapped on him, "Son!" Simon jolted,

James walked Sierra to the priest and stood before the man. The priest, with a gentle smile, recited a lengthy blessing. Then, he turned to James and asked, "Mr. James Burt, do you take Ms. Sierra Quirk as your wife to love, cherish, and protect her through poverty and wealth, sickness and health, for the rest of your life?" James looked at the priest and paused before answering. Sierra started to get nervous, fearing he might refuse. Although she did not think James would be so bold, what if he was? What if he was willing to do anything for Nina?

I don't turn propriety demands into focus but the air shifts, charged like before a storm. Mother Superior pauses, then resumes, her tone unchanged. But I feel it: eyes on us, assessing. The footsteps stop near the altar. A throat clears, low and resonant. "Sisters," comes a voice, deep as the chapel's shadows, accented faintly Italian, perhaps. "Forgive the interruption. I am Father Luca Rossi. I've been assigned to serve here."

Jennifer could not show her face at Blackstone anymore and she decided to stay and watch over the people until their arrival. Prince Azure and all other invited Alphas of different packs were seated as well. Everyone else was standing there cheering and clapping as they announced Sierra’s arrival. The crowd let out deafening applause as Sierra arrived and walked into the circle with her hair down freely. She’s shining so much in this way as the moon goddess has bestowed on her, a special gift. The priestess started her chants and her ritual with Sierra clasping her hands together to connect with the goddess as well. The unexpected miracle happened again when a bright light shone on Sierra an

The priest asked me. "I agree!" I replied lightly. “Do you agree?” "I agree!" “Do you agree?” "I agree!" “Children, give each other rings!” The priest presented a pair of beautiful rings that had been prepared in advance. “You are officially husband and wife! You can take off your veil and kiss the bride!” Simon gently removed the veil that had been covering my face for a while. He gently lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and said softly:

They seem like a nice family, but I suppose all priest’s families are like that. The woman in her late forties I assume is the priest’s wife, embraces Amari. “I am sorry for your loss, Sister Brown. The Lord will strengthen you and one day, will wipe away your tears.” “Your mother was a good person, who served the people wholeheartedly. She will be sorely missed,” the priest says, while his wife and son nod in agreement. “Thank you for all your prayers and support,” Amari responds before turning to me. “This is my husband, Nathan. Nathan, this is Father Samson, his wife, Shepherdess Sarah and their son, Brother Isaac.”

"Okay, Mrs Okayo. Don't just ask him, influence him to come. You're much welcomed to our church. Don't forget, the place is called Alwala and the congregation's name is Church of England Mission to Africa." "Ok. Thank you. I will inform him." "Pleasure. I beg to pray and leave now." He stood up, prayed and left. A few minutes after he had gone, Okayo walked into the hut. "Hello, Christine my love," he greeted. "Hello, John my dear," replied Nyarari, coming out of the bedroom section. "I've you met the priest on your way here?" "What priest are you talking about?" "Priest Solomon. He came looking for you." They took seats.

"This is the boy we're expecting, Simon Cadwell." The man's gaze dropped to me, staring at me. "Ah, the priest's boy. Welcome, Simon. Your father did the absolutely best thing for you by bringing you here. We'll help you find your way through mercy and prayer." he said, giving me a creepy smile that meant nothing. I couldn't even bring myself to answer. I wasn't even scared anymore. I just wanted to survive. "Do you know why you're here?" he asked, leaning in, watching my expression with careful eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know this sucks." "It's fine. I'm fine." I wasn't fine but saying it out loud wouldn't change anything. "Besides, this town isn't completely terrible." "Oh?" Interest sparked in her voice. "Do tell." I smiled despite everything, thinking about dark eyes and rough hands and a voice that made my knees weak. "There's this priest." "A priest? Lilith, are you serious right now?" "His name is Father Damien and Soph, you should see him. He looks like God himself spent extra time on the details just to torture women."