Priest Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

She walked over with the air of a Queen, and I couldn't help but think of myself as a really lucky man. “You look gorgeous,” I told her as soon she got to the altar. She simply blushed while the priest cleared his throat and looked at me with the eyes that said "Wait till we're through". I had to use my willpower to stop myself from bursting into laughter, I never knew priests were also dirty-minded. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to join these two souls in holy matrimony.” the priest said, then turned to me. “Maximus Perch, do you take Simran Dotch, to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and health, till death do you part?”

Hearing the unlocking of the door, Sara -properly dressed this time- stood up from her chair and headed toward the door to take her breakfast. opening the door, she was met with Patrick's friendly face, the mid aged priest in the long hooded grey robe wasn't one of the twelve high priests that formed the holy council, but still had quite the reputability due to his amiable character and friendly behavior, even towards her. he didn't act as repulsive and disturbed by her presence like the other priests, but rather polite and patient all while keeping his distance.

“I’m a nurse. The doctors at the clinic are close friends of mine. Even my husband doesn't suspect a thing—he thinks a demon took the priest's soul. But I know better. It was one of his women.” One of his women. What kind of life had this priest been living in this parish? Her fingers trail across my cheek again, brushing against the short trim of my beard. A faint smile touches her lips. She isn't here for confession or guidance. “You’re the first Black priest this parish has ever seen, Father,” she whispers, her voice thick with dark promise. “Everyone is dying to taste you.” She casually slips her handbag off her shoulder, letting it drop onto the desk behind her. “I want to be first.”

It was hard to fathom, the last she knew, Jake was training to become a priest in Alberta, and Nina—well, Nina was the wife of her lover, a woman known for being pious and deeply religious. "Damn it...!" Simon, still in shock, kept cursing. His eyes burned with rage and intense jealousy after seeing his wife having sex with another man and selling the footage to an adult site. "Is that really Nina? Oh my God, what is she doing? Has she lost her mind?" Erika let out a nervous, incredulous laugh, she couldn't believe that two people with such 'pious' reputations could do something so utterly wild. Simon’s hands were clenched into fists; his rage was such that he might well have killed someone.

"In five days." "That early?" Simon asked in surprise. "It seemed the new head of Priests had found a liking to Master Dominus, even though he had never met him." Said Kalus. "The Youngest head of Priests seemed to be quite famous, I heard he was an ecdysiast. He hailed from the Western Kingdom." Simon told Dominic. "Why then was he given the head of Priests, that's against the temple rules." Said Dominic. "The reason is still unknown." "What's happening in the South?" Dominic asked Kalus. It seemed to him things were happening behind his back.

Once Sierra arrived at the altar, she looked up at him with those glimmering green eyes and his heart skipped a beat. “Hey,” she mouthed. “Hey,” he mouthed back. The pastor took in his stand in the middle of Colton and Sierra, holding onto his big bible. They were standing inside a beautiful, gothic church, surrounded by their family and friends. Turning to Sierra, the pastor opened his bible and said, “Do you, Sierra Adeline Ascott, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Sierra smiled and nodded her head, looking straight at Colton as she said, “I do,”

Based on his clothes, he was an old Taoist priest. Sienna and the other party looked at each other. The old Taoist priest smiled and climbed up from the ground. He ignored the dirt on his body, guarded a bird egg with both hands, and explained to Sienna, “It fell. I wasn’t going to steal it. Don’t misunderstand…” It was not necessary for him to explain anything to her. Sienna shook her head, and she did not have the mood to continue walking in anymore. She turned around to leave.

The priest begins to read the words from his journal. Avelina does not hear most of it as her mind drifts back to her father and his broken promises. His eyes rest on her with unnerving steadiness, a dangerous fascination that feels more like a challenge than affection. The priest speaks words she doesn’t hear. “Do you, Allessandro Rossi, take Avelina Moretti…” His answer is immediate. “I do.” Her throat tightens as the question comes to her. “Do you, Avelina Moretti…”

She knew it from the sound of his voice saying ti amo bella in the broken Sicilian of a man who had stopped being careful. She knew it from the morning she woke up and he was gone. Lucia touched her arm. "Are you all right?" Seraphina could not answer. She sat completely still with the rosary cutting into her palm and her back rigid and her eyes fixed on the man at the pulpit who was still speaking, still moving through his sermon, still sweeping his gaze across the congregation with the easy authority of a priest who had been doing this for years, a priest, he was a priest, he was wearing a cassock and standing in a church and the town loved him and her mother had sent her to him for couns