The Monk A Romance Novels & Stories

“Where are you, Thea? When will you appear?” James gazed into the distance. His gaze pierced through the universe and reached into the void. At that moment, a man walked into James’ manor. He was a bald man who was dressed in a monk’s cassock. The monk stuck his head into James’ manor. James immediately reacted and said, “Since you’re already here, please come in.” The monk scratched his bald head and walked in with a smile. James pointed to the chair next to him.

Monk Amon explained. I was surprised when she addressed the issue; it was indeed one of the things that made people focus on me, being the only non-monk who has the name Graciana after all. But I’m sure other mahò users won’t accept that subtle explanation. One of the first years then raised her hand to be given permission to talk. “What is it lady?” Monk Amon asked. “What is this circumstance professor?” she inquired boldly while giving me a rude glance. “Do you know what the tale of the curious cat?” the monk asked her again. The mahò user shook her head and Monk Amon smiled. I smiled I never wished to see again.

“You said Tantric Buddhism is part pagan anyway.” She leans back and regards me with exaggerated surprise. “I’ve discovered a mythical beast: a man who listens.” “In my line of work, a man has to. What did you mean by that, anyway? The monks are stricter than Catholics, right? Celibate and liquor free. At least a priest can romance the bottle.”

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

He wasn’t able to decipher, what he should say or do. The monk smiled calmly, sending easiness to Leevon, and patted over his shoulder. All of a sudden, the whole of stuttering, and uneasiness he had been feeling vanished. He was in a state of calmness, but internal chaos was never leaving his side. The monk had never come across anyone like him. He made the human sit over the nearly placed brown couch, which was surely not belonging to the interiors and looked odd. The monk looked through Lee’s expressions and replied,

The priest announced as Nicole stood face to face with her charming groom - Gentle Aura". "Yes, I do" she replied after taking a deep breath. Smiles ran across the faces of the congregation as the priest moved onto the marriage rites, asking Nicole to repeat after him. "I, Nicole, take you Michael to be my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part". The priest moved onto Gentle Aura and he repeated the same thing, his eyes lost into Nicole's the whole time.

When they arrived, the usual crowd of elders was gone and only Rowan, Zoran, and an elderly man in deep saffron robes remained. The head monk was hunched over a massive, leather-bound book, his fingers tracing an ancient illustration. As Naelis entered, his sharp and intelligent eyes snapped to her neck. "Approach, child," the monk said, his voice calm and a little bit hoarse. Naelis stepped forward, feeling Zoran’s gaze on her. He was standing by the window, his torn robes replaced with a fresh one, but he looked unsettled. He didn't move toward her, and Naelis knew why, the memory of being blasted back by her energy was still fresh.

She rushed back inside, her panic steadily rising. As she navigated through the crowded room, someone brushed against her shoulder. A tall man in a black coat. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But when she glanced at her hand, she noticed he had slipped something into her clutch. It was a folded note, written in the same ominous red ink: "Truth always finds its way home." Serena stared at the folded note she held tightly in her hand. The truth always finds its way home. Her stomach turned as the words cut into her like shards of glass.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

I watched intently as Logan's expression changed from confusion to shock and finally settled on disgust. When he finished reading the document, he saw me looking at him curiously and handed it to me. I immediately started reading through it to satisfy my curiosity. Oh my gosh! I exclaimed when I read that the head Monk wasn't actually clean and pure. He has a lover and two children, he embezzles a lot of the funds allocated to the annual renovation of the monastery, as well as other shocking crimes like murder and rape. “You really have some nerves to be doing all this under our noses” Logan said with a smile that wasn't really a smile.