Novelas de Honey writes

The silence inside the assembly hall felt unnatural.Heavy.Breathing.Watching.John stood frozen near the entrance as hundreds of eyes remained fixed on him. Sisters whispered behind trembling hands while others stared openly, their expressions filled with suspicion, curiosity, and something worse—Disappointment.Rain battered the stained-glass windows behind them, thunder rolling across the convent like a warning from heaven itself.At the far front of the hall, the Mother Superior sat motionless beneath the dim candlelight.Cold.Unreadable.Beside her stood the projector screen glowing faintly in the darkness.Waiting.John swallowed hard.Every instinct inside him screamed that this was a trap.A carefully designed one.Sister Maria stepped forward first.“Everyone settle down,” she said firmly.The whispers slowly faded.But the tension remained alive in the room like smoke after a fire.Then—The doors opened again.Christiana entered beside Joy and Veronica.And immediately

The phone continued recording.Its screen glowed faintly against the dark hallway floor while rain thundered outside the convent windows.For a moment—None of them moved.Christiana stared at the device like it was a bomb waiting to explode.Joy was the first to react.“Don’t touch it,” she said sharply.But Christiana ignored her immediately.She bent down and grabbed the phone before the recording could end.The screen was cracked slightly.Unknown number.No password.Still recording.And suddenly—A distorted voice echoed from the speaker.Soft.Calm.Terrifying.“Interesting,” the voice murmured.Veronica gasped quietly.Joy stepped backward instinctively.Christiana’s grip tightened around the phone.“Who are you?” she demanded.A low chuckle came through the speaker.“You’re asking the wrong question.”The voice sounded altered electronically, impossible to identify.Male?Female?They couldn’t tell.“The right question,” the voice continued slowly,“is how much longer your li

The corridor remained tense long after Amara’s words.No one moved properly anymore.No one spoke normally.The whispers had changed.Before, they were curious.Now?They were hungry.Christiana could feel it in the way people stared at her.Like they were waiting for her to explode.To confess.To fall apart.But she refused.Not here.Not in front of them.Joy leaned closer slightly.“We need to leave,” she whispered.Christiana finally tore her eyes away from Amara.But before she could respond—Another phone notification echoed through the hallway.Then another.And another.The sound spread rapidly like falling dominoes.Everywhere around them, screens lit up.Girls began checking their phones at the same time.Expressions changing instantly.Shock.Confusion.Excitement.Joy’s face darkened immediately.“No…” she muttered.Christiana’s chest tightened.“What now?”One girl near the staircase gasped loudly.“Oh my God.”Another covered her mouth.“Is that Father John?”Everything

The chapel was silent.Too silent.Even the candles seemed afraid to move.Father John sat alone in the front pew long after evening prayers had ended, his elbows resting on his knees while his fingers pressed tightly together. His eyes stayed fixed on the crucifix ahead, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.Not on God.Not on prayer.On her.Christiana.The thought of her had become dangerous. Addictive. Every time he tried to push her out of his mind, she returned stronger, softer, deeper. Like temptation wearing innocence.John shut his eyes tightly.This had to stop.It wasn’t just wrong anymore—it was becoming uncontrollable.The sound of heels approaching the chapel made him lift his head slowly. He already knew who it was before she appeared.Joy.She walked into the chapel with confidence, her black veil hanging loosely behind her shoulders while her eyes searched for him instantly. The faint smirk on her lips disappeared the moment she noticed how troubled he looked.“We

The whispers didn’t stop.They multiplied.By evening, Christiana could feel them following her like shadows.Every hallway became heavier.Every stare lasted longer.Every silence felt intentional.And the worst part?No one was saying anything directly.That made it more dangerous.Because hidden rumors spread faster than open accusations.Christiana stood near the staircase, her arms folded tightly, trying to keep her expression calm while her thoughts spiraled underneath.Across the hall, two girls lowered their voices the moment they noticed her looking.One of them glanced away quickly.The other didn’t.That one smiled faintly.Like she knew something.Christiana’s jaw tightened.“She’s losing control.”The voice came from behind her.Joy.Of course.Christiana didn’t turn immediately.“No,” she replied quietly.“I’m adapting.”Joy stepped beside her.“You keep saying that,” she said.A pause.“But things are moving faster now.”Christiana finally looked at her.“And whose faul

The night didn’t settle.It stretched.Too long. Too quiet.Christiana lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to rest. Every moment replayed—John’s voice, Amara’s eyes, Joy’s smirk, the woman’s warning.Nothing felt contained anymore.Beside her, Veronica shifted slightly.“You’re still awake,” she whispered.Christiana didn’t turn.“So are you,” she replied.A pause.Veronica exhaled softly.“I don’t feel safe,” she admitted.That word—Safe—It sounded almost foreign now.Christiana closed her eyes briefly.“Neither do I,” she said.Silence followed.Heavy.Because saying it out loud made it real.“What if they already have enough?” Veronica asked quietly.Christiana opened her eyes again.“They don’t,” she said.Her voice was calm.Too calm.Veronica frowned slightly.“How do you know?” she asked.Christiana turned her head just enough to look at her.“Because if they did,” she said,“They wouldn’t still be watching.”Silence.That logic—It made sense.But it di