Hate in the Abbey

By Julia Vargas

Sister Clara lives in peace in a abbey with a vow of silence, having forgotten her turbulent youth as a lawyer. But the arrival of another nun, Sister Laura, will completely alter her life.
The two nuns immediately detest each other and turn every encounter into a fierce duel in which they try to subdue a rival they hate.
Neither will stop at anything until it is clear who is the alpha female, who deserves to rule the abbey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julia Vargas
• Release date: Jul 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005835590

Julia Vargas

Julia Vargas likes martinis, high heels and brawls with babes as hot as her. She writes stories about sexy tough hotties engaged in intense battles against other sexy tough hotties, using fiercely every part of their bodies. And if they have to use every inch of them (including some parts that prudish people would blush just by reading their names), they'll use them. So their stories are full of heated duels in which the babes bump into each other fiercely, and they catfight, fistfight, titfight or sexfight, depending on the tastes and needs of the girls (often all of them).

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Hate in the Abbey

By Julia Vargas

Hate in the Abbey

Copyright 2021 Julia Vargas

Cover by Julia Vargas, Photo by Chloe Amaya, Pexels.

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Hate in the Abbey

By Julia Vargas

HATE IN THE ABBEY

Sister Clara had been at the abbey of St. Mary of the Burning Heart for two years by now. She had adapted quickly after her former life and really did not miss it at all. She had been a lawyer for thirteen years and had left her profession a bit sickened. She had felt the call of her vocation belatedly but clearly: she did not want to live in that turbulent and competitive society that set aside any ethical values. She felt empty working like a lawyer, nothing could satisfy her. During her years as a lawyer, Sister Clara had behaved with a ferocity that she now regretted: it was not enough for her to win her cases, she sought the total destruction of her opponent, whether it was another corporation or a poor destitute widow with three children. 

To atone for those sins Sister Clara had abandoned her old life and entered an abbey with a strict vow of silence. 

Life at the abbey was hard but satisfying. She rose at six o'clock in the morning to pray. Then came a brief breakfast in the refectory with the rest of the sisters. Sister Clara was comforted by the silence during that frugal meal. Then she would go to the garden, where she worked hard for four hours. Then it was time to study the sacred texts. Praying again then. A meager lunch. Twenty free minutes and then it was her turn to wash clothes until another hour of prayer, study in the library and help in the kitchen. Dinner (if she was not fasting) and then she was free to go to sleep in her cell if she wished. 

She spent most of the day alone, and that satisfied her almost as much as the strict routine of her days. 

It was a life contrary to her days as a lawyer, and that made her very happy. She hardly knew the rest of the sisters. To her, they were just similar faces peeking out from under the habit. Of most of them, she did not even know their names: almost all the sisters had taken a vow of silence and did not speak. 

She had lived happily and peacefully until a new novice had entered the abbey: Sister Laura. Sister Clara did not know why, but she had felt an intense pang of antipathy for her from the first moment she had seen her. 

Sister Laura must have been about her age, about thirty-five, and had hard but beautiful features. Surely in her former life she had been very beautiful, if one had to judge by her blue eyes, her marked cheekbones and her full, sensuous lips. She did not know what color her hair was, because she always wore it demurely inside her coif, nor did she know whether her body was attractive or not, because it was hidden by the habit. Although it was obvious from her face that Sister Laura was not corpulent, she must not have been skinny either. Sister Clara wondered what she looked like for a few moments and was immediately embarrassed. 

Sister Clara found herself comparing herself with Sister Laura in a weird way, like when she was a lawyer and her whole life was a competition, against other lawyers and especially against other women. She shook her head: those times were far behind her. 

The good thing about living in the abbey was that it didn't matter whether she liked or disliked anyone: she hardly had any relationship with any of her companions. 

However, over the next few days it became clear that Sister Laura's presence would disturb the peace Clara had found in the abbey. No matter where she went, she ended up bumping into the new nun. In the refectory, in the garden, in the library, wherever Clare went, Sister Laura would soon appear. 

Sister Laura looked at her with the coldness of her blue eyes, and her frowning mouth, always with an awkward smirk, made her look angry all the time. 

Clara noticed a deepening and persistent irritation with the new nun building up inside her. She thought that Sister Laura perhaps felt the same dislike for her. Sometimes the two would stare at each other for long seconds, noticing the tension between them growing to almost unbearable levels. 

One day when Sister Laura and Sister Clara stared at each other with a serious look on their faces, Sister Clara imagined for a moment slapping the other nun, and a strange shiver of pleasure ran through her body. Sister Clara felt guilty at the thought, but from that day on she could not help but imagine herself slapping Sister Laura every time she came across her. 

She got used to gritting her teeth every time she was in Sister Laura's presence, and to look at her fixedly, just as the other nun did, and she noticed that that initial antipathy was gradually transforming into a primitive and fierce hatred that was dominating everything. 

One day they sat together on the bench while praying, and although they were both facing Christ on his cross, Sister Laura found it difficult to concentrate on her prayers. She felt the warmth of the other nun's body next to her, and her nose caught her body odor, the mixture of sweat and coarse soap. She glanced sideways at the other nun and discovered that she was doing the same thing, and that provoked in her both a dull irritation and an unhealthy pleasure because that unknown woman seemed to be as caught up in their mutual obsession as she was. 

When Sister Laura finished, she got up first and turned around and her sandal hit Sister Clara's ankle hard. Sister Laura pretended not to notice the blow, and Sister Clara was convinced that it had been on purpose. 

This fueled her resentment in an irrational way. At night she found it hard to sleep. She would review the moments when she had encountered Sister Laura during the day and analyze her gestures, the way she twisted her mouth scornfully into a smile, how she had clenched her fists, how she had squinted her eyes. 

After a few days, she began to think that Sister Laura was to blame for the little bad things that happened to her. If, when she came to the garden, one of her plants

Reviews for Hate in the Abbey

[Kinberlyn Sterns · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

absolutely nonsensical to your everyday erotica reader. definitely for a niche audience that i’m sure is few and far between.