THE SEXY NAUGHTY VIRGIN
Episode 11: The Boy They Tried to Bury
Prince hadn’t stepped outside all day.
He sat in the corner of his small apartment, staring at his phone. The viral video kept replaying even though he hadn’t pressed play.
He’d already been removed from all church WhatsApp groups.
His profile picture—previously a smiling shot of him holding a Bible—was now replaced with a blank gray silhouette.
And his name?
Dragged.
“Wolf in sheep's clothing.”
“Lustful spirit.”
“Demonic trap.”
One person even wrote: He bewitched the Prophet’s daughter. That boy is an agent of Jezebel.
Prince closed his eyes.
He’d never asked for this. He only wanted to feel again… love again.
But now?
He was the villain in the story.
His door shook with a heavy knock. Not once. Not twice. Over and over.
He stood cautiously and opened it.
His uncle, Pastor Greg, stood there—face grim.
“Pack your things,” he said.
Prince blinked. “What?”
“You’ve been suspended indefinitely. You’re to vacate the church quarters tonight.”
“But this is my home. Where am I supposed to go?”
His uncle shook his head. “You should’ve thought of that before letting lust destroy you. Do you know what this has done to your father’s legacy? To the church? To me?”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Prince said, voice tight.
“But you wanted to. And that’s enough.”
The words stung. But it wasn’t the dismissal that hurt the most—it was how easily they all turned on him.
As if years of loyal service meant nothing.
That night, with a backpack on his shoulder and a heart full of shame, Prince walked out of the only life he’d ever known.
---
Elsewhere…
Miriam hadn’t eaten in two days.
She’d been confined to her room, guarded like a prisoner. Her phone confiscated. Her name unmentioned in the house.
Her mother no longer looked at her. Her father had stopped speaking entirely.
The house had become a silent battlefield.
But the fire inside her refused to die.
On the third night, she climbed out of her window, barefoot, wearing only a hoodie and sweatpants.
She took the back gate out and walked all the way to the chapel.
It was empty now.
Dusty.
Abandoned.
She sat in the middle pew and pulled out her last unread letter from Prince. One he had written before the scandal broke.
---
Dear Miriam,
If the world ever turns on us… if the church spits us out…
If they call us names and throw stones at our shadows…
Just remember this:
We didn’t fall.
We rose.
We rose above hypocrisy.
Above fear.
Above shame.
And if I ever lose my place in that church… I pray I never lose my place in your heart.
–P
---
She cried silently.
Because he had lost everything.
For her.
And the only way to make it right…
Was to burn the mask once and for all.
Episode 12: When the Virgin Took the Pulpit — coming next.
Shall I continue?
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Episode 11: The Boy They Tried to Bury
Prince hadn’t stepped outside all day.
He sat in the corner of his small apartment, staring at his phone. The viral video kept replaying even though he hadn’t pressed play.
He’d already been removed from all church WhatsApp groups.
His profile picture—previously a smiling shot of him holding a Bible—was now replaced with a blank gray silhouette.
And his name?
Dragged.
“Wolf in sheep's clothing.”
“Lustful spirit.”
“Demonic trap.”
One person even wrote: He bewitched the Prophet’s daughter. That boy is an agent of Jezebel.
Prince closed his eyes.
He’d never asked for this. He only wanted to feel again… love again.
But now?
He was the villain in the story.
His door shook with a heavy knock. Not once. Not twice. Over and over.
He stood cautiously and opened it.
His uncle, Pastor Greg, stood there—face grim.
“Pack your things,” he said.
Prince blinked. “What?”
“You’ve been suspended indefinitely. You’re to vacate the church quarters tonight.”
“But this is my home. Where am I supposed to go?”
His uncle shook his head. “You should’ve thought of that before letting lust destroy you. Do you know what this has done to your father’s legacy? To the church? To me?”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Prince said, voice tight.
“But you wanted to. And that’s enough.”
The words stung. But it wasn’t the dismissal that hurt the most—it was how easily they all turned on him.
As if years of loyal service meant nothing.
That night, with a backpack on his shoulder and a heart full of shame, Prince walked out of the only life he’d ever known.
---
Elsewhere…
Miriam hadn’t eaten in two days.
She’d been confined to her room, guarded like a prisoner. Her phone confiscated. Her name unmentioned in the house.
Her mother no longer looked at her. Her father had stopped speaking entirely.
The house had become a silent battlefield.
But the fire inside her refused to die.
On the third night, she climbed out of her window, barefoot, wearing only a hoodie and sweatpants.
She took the back gate out and walked all the way to the chapel.
It was empty now.
Dusty.
Abandoned.
She sat in the middle pew and pulled out her last unread letter from Prince. One he had written before the scandal broke.
---
Dear Miriam,
If the world ever turns on us… if the church spits us out…
If they call us names and throw stones at our shadows…
Just remember this:
We didn’t fall.
We rose.
We rose above hypocrisy.
Above fear.
Above shame.
And if I ever lose my place in that church… I pray I never lose my place in your heart.
–P
---
She cried silently.
Because he had lost everything.
For her.
And the only way to make it right…
Was to burn the mask once and for all.
Episode 12: When the Virgin Took the Pulpit — coming next.
Shall I continue?
PLEASE IF YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS STORY, PLEASE SHARE IT TO GROUPS.. YOU GUYS NO LONGER ENCOURAGE ME LIKE BEFORE THAT'S WHY I FEEL DISCOURAGED TO BE WRITING NEW STORIES 😢😥 AND THAT'S THE REASON IT'S TAKING ME TIME TO POST NEW EPISODES.
