Priestromance Stories

She walked into the church to challenge everything he believed. At twenty-five, She had lost her voice trying to be someone she was never meant to be - the perfect daughter, the silent woman, the believer. Now, she carries anger like fire, and faith like a wound. He is the priest - young, quiet, the son of a man who believed too much. She came to tear down the altar. But instead, she finds him. And not all sins feel like sin.

For the lust of the body, you have sinned.

"Father Aaryan..." Her voice was a whisper. Sin in a silk dress. "Don't say my name like that," he warned, fists clenched. She smiled, wicked and soft. "Like what?" "Like a prayer you don't believe in." She was a dark romance writer hiding from her past. He was a priest trying to outrun his own ghosts. She wanted chaos. He preached purity. But temptation has a name. And it sounds an awful lot like her. He was her salvation. But she... was his holy sin.