The Monk A Romance Novels & Stories

Soon sleep came over my body and I fell in it but what astonished me was I never thought that I will ever hold someone in my arms or will ever get this much peaceful sleep. Author Pov. Damon always wanted to get married but in his life love. Affection or romance these kinds of emotions never came. He not even for once thought of falling for someone. Because for him love is useless. It's not like he has some past terrible issues but instead, he had seen relationships crumbling up like it's nothing but a mare lust. He wanted a wife not to have an affectionate relationship or romantic love story no he only wanted a woman to have an heir. And he was sure that women will never ask him for somethi

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

It is said that the temple was an ancient temple,there was once an Oer monk who was powerful and he casted his powers inside a book named Santacas, during a war, the monk was killed in the war. However on getting there, I saw no one, nothing but an abandoned monastery that, who knows, has been for thousands of years. I went further and saw a man with a green and blue dress and his head was covered with a glowing cap, sitting on the air and clearly meditating. I approached him and he proved to be the last of the monks. And to find what I was looking for, I had to go to a mountain,the mountain of Cissa to take the forbidden book,and it was said that nobody goes in and comes out alive, for the

The monastery felt otherworldly, filled with the scent of incense and healing herbs. "Please wait here," the monk told us, gesturing to a small room with simple wooden benches. "We'll do everything we can for your friend." The waiting was torture. The few of us who remained sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I kept thinking about the people who'd died to get us here. Their sacrifice would mean nothing if Thomas didn't survive. After what felt like hours, a man in healer's robes appeared in the doorway. He looked tired, concerned.

“You don’t owe him a thing.” “I know.” “Then why go?” I folded the letter, tucking it close to my heart. “Because I need to see what’s left of him. And what’s left of me.” The monastery lay hidden in a forest of silver pines. Snow drifted through the branches, soft as falling ash. We left the horses at the gate and climbed the worn stone steps in silence. A monk greeted us at the door, his robes simple, his eyes kind. “You’ve come for the penitent,” he said.

the monk shook his head gravely. “Monk, what are you talking about? Why would you say that?” Jessica immediately grew upset. This was not what she wanted to hear, and her face became long with worry. “Madam, let me ask you, are you here today to ask for an auspicious wedding date?” the monk asked. “That’s right, my wedding is at the end of the year. I haven’t decided on the exact date yet, but I came today to choose one,” Jessica nodded. “Please write your name and date of birth for me,” the monk said as he picked up an old book and began to leaf through it. He counted on his fingers and then spoke.

“My time is not a fucking gift to play with. I'll see you Friday night.” He hangs up. I toss the phone onto the seat and look at Alec in the passenger seat.. “Alec, how the fuck do you speak to a monk? Do I give him a gift? A basket of fruit? What do they even like?” Alec turns around, and the bastard is actually smirking. “Well, sir, I’ve been browsing. It says here that monks value... peace. And silence. You might have to put up with some things.” “Some things?” I ask, my face already squeezed with unadulterated suspicion.

An elderly monk stood inside. His silver hair framed a weathered face. Calm eyes studied them quietly. For a long moment, nobody spoke. Then the monk looked directly at Zevarion. And froze. Not dramatically. Just enough. Enough to notice. The monk's expression shifted. Recognition. Shock. Maybe even sadness. Elyra saw it immediately. So did Damien. And judging by Victor's expression...... he noticed too. The monk slowly lowered his head. "Welcome." His voice sounded tired. Very tired.

, but could not free himself from the tight grip. "Yes, if that is so ..." were the confused words of one of the three monks. While two of them carried the unconscious man into his room, the third followed the father and Louis. He had dragged Godric to the forecourt of the monastery and only let him go there. All the monks of the monastery were gathered in the forecourt, at least those who could. “Ah Father Godric! Brother louis! So you will be driving in pairs. ”, Said an older monk for the crowd and smiled gently at the two men. Godric moved away from the demon, had looked at him once more disgruntled, but then smiled just as gently back at the old man. "Brother Gordon." Godric greeted him

"He said the monastery was the only blind spot left." "Thomas was always a man of many words," the monk said with a faint, dry smile. "I am Brother Elias. Follow the torch. The mountain has ears, and the Heiress is a very attentive listener." They followed Elias through a series of increasingly narrow passages where the masonry shifted from industrial concrete to hand-carved Romanesque arches. The air changed too, losing the metallic tang of the turbines and replaced by the scent of beeswax, old parchment, and the cold, clean damp of the earth.