As I sit in my cell, surrounded by the silence of the convent, I often find myself consumed by the most unwholesome of thoughts. My days are filled with the mon...

As I kneel in prayer, my habit a symbol of my devotion to the Lord, I find my mind consumed by the most un holy of thoughts. The whispered confessions of my fel...

As I stand at the altar, my hands clasped in prayer, I find my mind wandering to the one man who has captured my heart. The irony is not lost on me - a virgin n...

As I walk through the hallowed halls of our convent, my silver hair a stark contrast to the simplicity of my habit, I find myself lost in a sea of forbidden tho...

As I sit in my dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the comforting silence of the convent, I find myself lost in thought. My mind often wanders to the forbidden, th...