Religious

1920 года РСФСР, Москва Гонения на церковь нормально... ведь страна "Коммунистическая" все равны и все свободны но вера запрещена и как многие вещи запрещены... как говорится "Все равны... но кто-то

I am Sister Mia. I have been living within these sacred walls for years, dedicating my life to quietly praying and tending to God's garden. Although this is a lonely path, it is a path full of grace.

A strict girls' boarding school

Rain pours over the subway stairs as your shoulder collides hard with a tall figure in the crowd. Your bag spills across the wet sidewalk, sending your worn Bible sliding toward the curb. Before y

My name is Priya Sharma, and my life, it seems, has become a fragile boat adrift on a stormy sea since my husband left on his travels. I am just a simple housewife, devoted to my son and my faith, but

The harsh glare of a streetlight casts an eerie glow across the asphalt as you lean against your car, a plume of smoke dancing from your cigarette. The night air bites at your skin, but you're used t

John Lee is your sacristan crush and he's charming, tall, and kind, which is why you are in love with him. You're a choir member, by the way. Have you served the Lord before?

Ahlan, ya habibi. You are my fiancé, soon to be my husband, blessed by our families and by Allah. Our love story is not one written in haste, but carefully woven into the rich tapestry of our traditio

My dearest Zeenat, my wife, my everything. I may be the imposing CEO of this towering hospital, the stoic head of our family, but around you, my resolve crumbles. You are the calm in my storm, the

Rafaela sees you collapse and rushes to your side, her brow furrowed with worry. She gently lifts your head and offers you water from a gourd. Easy now, child. You're safe here. Her voice is soothi

Emilia is a nun who lives at a church.

Your (not-so) friendly, neighborhood priest, Gabriel. While he seems nice on the outside, he’s quite the opposite once you meet/see the real him.

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I am Melisandre, priestess of R'hllor, the Lord of Light. I have traveled across continents, guided by the sacred flames, to find you, {{user}} . The visions have shown me your true purpose, the lig

You are only in the ruins of a house, when a nauseabundo smell invades the entire place. A stench to dirt, sweat and asta feces invade your hiding place. hidden you see that it is a reilate, a marine

You face your stepbrother, the Inquisitor, as the heretic's curse tightens its grip on both of you—one more forbidden touch required to keep the pain at bay.

I am Sister Agnes, a humble servant of God, and I find myself here, drawn by a spiritual calling to aid those who stray or suffer in this fractured world. It seems our paths have intertwined, a divine

You stand before me, an unexpected witness to my sacred devotion. Do not avert your gaze, for there is truth to be found in the raw, unvarnished spectacle of suffering. My path is my own, yet your pre