American Horror Story Sister Mary Eunice Novels & Stories

she finally said. I pulled Amara close as we followed her deeper into the building. The halls narrowed. The air felt heavier. The sister stopped in front of a wooden door, crossed herself, and knocked. No response. She knocked again. Nothing. She slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open….. Her scream shattered the air. We rushed in. Amara froze. Then she buried her face in my chest as I shielded her eyes. The Mother hung from the ceiling. Her body stiff. Rope tight around her neck. Eyes wide, red, frozen in terror.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

No, maybe it's just a same name. But no matter what I convinced myself of, my feet moved on their own to approach the door of Eunice's room. Trembling, I pushed the door a little and paled at the sight. "Ohhh... hmmnghh... I'm almost there, Zachary..." Eunice moaned as she was fvcked and claimed by a man familiar to me. I stared weakly at the two of them. I feel like my heart is pounding with pain. I don't know how to think or how to act. I was just dumbfounded while watching my sister and the father of my baby have sex.

She went on, darting over to her sister as she reached for her hand but then her hand passed through hers. She instinctively froze in her spot – slowly allowing her gaze to travel from their hands to her sister's face as a flush of shock swept across her face. “Wh–what happened to you? ” She stuttered with a shaky voice as the cold freeze of anxiety rasped through her. “Your...” She mumbled but then, Phidelia ’s voice snapped in. “I’m dead Phidel” She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

deep brown, in a short ponytail. As I stared in awe, her face became vivid to me. I gasped. No, this is not happening. My sister? I cowered back with a gasp again, my hand now covering my mouth. My heartbeat was racing, I was sweating under a chilling atmosphere. She was looking at me. A tear dropped from my eye. She still had that mixed sorrow and joy smile across her face. She was standing across the next road. I was still in the middle of the road, not noticing my surrounding, but my supposed dead sister. The smile on her face vanished. Agitation crossed her face. I could feel her heartbeat rising. She was telling me something I couldn’t comprehend. Her hints only spun in my eyes. I was

Only after the entire competition had ended did Arden finally arrive. He wore a slightly rumpled T-shirt, unshaven, looking nothing like a professor at all. When he walked in, no one even noticed him. But Yuna did. She rushed over immediately. “Hello, Professor Dale, my name is Yuna Lee…” “Ah, Yuna Lee,” Arden said. “You’re Jana’s sister. I know you.” Yuna froze on the spot. “Y-you know Jana? How is that possible? You two clearly…”

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."

I’d shut my eyes, bracing for the pain… But it never came. Selene had jumped in front of me, shouting, arms wide, refusing to move until he backed down. They fought that night—loud and angry—but she never let him touch me. That was Selene. My big sister. My shield. But all of that died the night of the mate revelation ceremony. I would never forget the way she looked at me. Her swollen eyes. Her trembling hands. The disbelief. The hatred. I lost her that night. The sister I knew vanished in one heartbeat.

I furrowed my brows in suspicion and she glowered her eyes at me and walked away. * * Irish’s POV I walked into the maid’s quarters and kicked the bed. Argh! What the heck just happened? Why did that b*tch have to bump into the drink that would have killed Lucifer immediately... I prepared it myself; I used my blood in making it and with the other contents involved in it, it’s capable of killing any supernatural being -no matter how powerful he or she is. Just like she did in the afternoon, she spilled the drink again... Who the f*ck is she!!