Epilogue
Sister Emily
My heart feels empty. I’ve been sent away, ordered to leave until I find the light I’ve so grievously wandered away from.
After the incident that led me to Mother Bitch’s office, I was hopeful of the outcome until I saw Faith walking out on shaky legs with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the tirade and resulting punishment that lay in wait for me inside that office. Faith caused me more trouble than I could’ve ever predicted.
Mother Bitch told me how Sister Faith had broken down, confessed to our sins, and accepted as punishment the bite of the cane that had whipped me on so many previous occasions. The worst part of that entire meeting wasn’t deciding how to respond to the truth in the accusations laid against me, or even the hurt I felt at Faith’s betrayal, it was the catastrophic result of my own actions.
It was devastating to hear I’d been dismissed from the sisterhood. Faith had lied and omitted certain truths, and in a desperate attempt to sway Mother Bitch’s decision, I found myself blurting them all out, but she wouldn’t hear a word against Faith.
When I do finally ‘find my way back to the light’, as Mother Bitch so eloquently put it, I won’t be returning to Our Lady of Heavenly Hope, it will be to somewhere the past can’t haunt me. But for now, my own indolence and lack of diligence has cost me the only life I’ve ever wanted.
About Ally
Ally Vance is an International Bestselling Author who writes in the Dark Romance & Horror genres. Ally also co-writes with her close friend Michelle under the pen name Ally Michelle. Allyis a British author who lives in Kent, in the United Kingdom with her husband and stepson.
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Patience
The ability to wait for something without frustration is a useful skill and a good aspect of one's personality.
Blurb
Patience isn’t a virtue that Suri was born with.
Placed into witness protection, she ends up stuck at a convent for an undetermined amount of time. Living the life of a nun is a stark contrast to her former life as a submissive. Being stuck in a place where she is completely out of her element, is the ultimate test of her patience.
Until she meets Father Stone.
He is anything but a normal priest. Instead, he is as precisely as his name describes; Stone. Hard. Chiseled. He holds a secret as dark as her own. When Father Stone figures out Suri’s secret, he knows exactly what she needs to help the time pass while she’s looking for a way out.
Prologue
Father Stone
It's been a little over a week since the intriguing girl started volunteering in my front office. I don't know why Mother Superior sent her here, but I am not amused. Surely this is a punishment from God for something I did in my past.
What if it's not, though. What if it's a test? You know damn well you aren't happy. That this isn't the life you were meant to live.
Fuck.
I rearrange my hardening dick for the umpteenth time since she walked into this church. The sensual curve of her slender neck has me yearning to caress it. Thin wisps of her dark hair escape from her headpiece, and my fingers crave the feel of her silky strands tickling my skin. Luckily, my desk covers the proof of my transgression.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I allow my fist to tighten around my shaft, but I don't let it rub up and down like my cock is begging me to do.
Come on, do it. Quit denying yourself what you know you want. What you know you need.
"Sister Suri!"
My eyes fly open at the sound of Ms. Agnes' voice floating down the hallway from the file cabinet next to Sister Suri's desk. What the fuck? It's as if she's answering my inner demon. My grip loosens, but I don't release the hold on my dick.
"Holy shit, Agnes! You can't just creep up on someone like that!"
Oh, that mouth of hers. My eyes roll back into my head with lust.
You want to punish it, don't you?
She might be the only person who doesn't belong here more than me.
"Father Stone isn't going to like hearing about this."
I don't know about that; it might be just what Father Stone needs right now.
The Devil on my left shoulder is more brazen than usual today. Yo, Angel dude, I could use your powers for good right about now.
Fuck it, Ms. Agnes is right, Father Stone isn't going to be happy to hear about this, but Ryan Stone is pretty fucking excited about it.
Suri
This assignment is so God damn annoying. Shit, can I mutter that phrase inside of a church? It's not like I said it out loud or anything.
But God is always watching, Sister Suri.
Mother Superior's voice echoes in my head.
"Jesus…" I mutter under my breath so no one else can hear.
Suddenly, a gasp sounds from behind me, making me jump in my seat.
"Sister Suri!"
Twisting my body, I come face to face with the older lady that also volunteers here. Her hand flies to her chest in shock, and her face appears as though she is frozen in horror.
"Holy shit, Agnes! You can't just creep up on someone like that!"
"Bite your tongue! What kind of Nun are you? Father Stone isn't going to like hearing about this."
Fuck.
"Ms. Agnes, please. It just slipped out. I'm sorry. I promise I will do extra penance for my sin when I get back to the monastery this evening. But, please don't tell Father."
She cast a disgusted look my way and walked to her desk on the other side of the office.
Father Stone scares me, and it's not just because he is the head Priest. He scares me because he reminds me of my past. Father Stone reminds me of the reason I am here, to begin with. He isn't the soft and gentle kind of priest that I remember leading our parish when I was growing up. Instead, he is as precisely as his name describes; Stone. Hard. Chiseled. I have no idea how someone with a body like a god and eyes as dark and dangerous as his ended up in the Priesthood. It doesn't make any sense.
But you don't belong here either. You might not be the only one with a secret.
I joined Our Lady of Heavenly Hope to get away from my abusive ex. Testifying in court was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do in my entire life. I don't even believe in God, but this is the only place that the cops could put me at the time. They promised that they would move me somewhere else as soon as they could, but the small amount of patience that I have left is dwindling. I loathe the monastery, and I dream about a time when I am not forced to be somewhere that I don't want to be, doing things that I don't want to do. I've been living a life that was not my own for too long. Every day I dream about running far away from here.