The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... created for us.” The young students cheered at the prospect of getting out early, and as they swarmed out into the sun, Hauser turned to Helena and hugged her. “It’s been too long since we last spoke, how have you been?” “Oh, uh… I’ve been ok,” she mumbled, suddenly more nervous than before, but comforted to have the care of someone she so respected. “Come, take a seat. Normally when you come to me, it’s because you did something bad and need a Confession. Tell me, how many sinners did you punish this time?” He sat down on the pew and Helena sat with him, but she couldn’t make eye contact. Her palms were sweaty and she was wringing her skirt. “Uh, none. It’s not about that. It’s… it’s something different.” “What is it?” She looked at him, her eyes trembling with fear. “Everyone in this school is in danger.” The calmness on Father Hauser’s face vanished. “What do you mean?” Helena could feel the brand on her tongue beginning to awaken. If she was right, then if she tried to reveal Xavier’s secret like she had with Sophie, the seal would close her throat and stop her from speaking. But perhaps, if she chose her words very carefully, it wouldn’t be triggered. “Someone¬–" Helena’s throat tightened, cutting her off. She broke out into a coughing fit, struggling to breath. “Helena!” Hauser exclaimed, trying to keep her from falling over. Her throat relaxed but she could tell the brand could have done worse. That was a warning. She couldn’t mention Xavier even ambiguously. “I’m ...

... ok, just allergies.” “Helena, what were you saying about everyone in school being in danger?” She took a moment to think, trying to come up with a way to fool the brand. ‘Maybe I don’t have to tell him, maybe I can tell the truth by lying.’ “Last night, I had a dream. It was more than a dream, I’m certain beyond doubt that it was sent to me by God. There is going to be a war.” “What kind of war?” Helena glanced up at the large crucifix on the back wall of the church. “A war that will… show… the truth. Father Hauser, everyone in the school is in danger.” She then got to her feet and began hurriedly walking down the aisle. “Helena, wait!” She stopped and looked back at Hauser. “Don’t go, we need to talk about this.” “I’m sorry, Father, but my next class is about to start. If I say anything more, I’ll be late. Do you understand? I can’t tell you anything else right now because of class.” Leaving the priest bewildered but concerned, she rushed out of the church. The student stared at the entrance to the school, deep in thought. He was a senior, but he had been gone for a while. His hair was long an unkempt, his skirt was undone and rolled up at the sleeves, and he even had a tattoo on his neck. To strangers, he looked like nothing more than a punk that didn’t belong in a strict Catholic school, but above all, he was a man of faith, and the scowl he wore was one of stoicism. He had finally come back to school after taking care of business back home, but now he was hesitant to step ...