روايات وقصص ضمن American Horror Story Sister Mary Eunice

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

Shane killed the headlights, his face shadowed but eyes sharp, scanning the street for tails. "We're clear," he muttered, hand on his Glock as he stepped out. I followed, my shoulder throbbing under the hasty bandage—blood seeping through, a hot reminder of the graze. The fog from the docks clung to our clothes, mixing with the metallic tang of gunpowder and sweat. Sister Maria met us at the door, her habit crisp despite the hour, eyes kind but knowing. She'd sheltered our kind before—trafficked souls, broken runners, anyone who fell through the cracks of Alejandro's web.

“It's not what you think, Aiden. He's not lusting on me. I told him. Let him go. Now. He refused to listen to me. He is determined to assassinate him. But a loud growl halts him. It was my sister, she growls and bare her teeth at my mate. She is ready to attack. But why? “What do you think you are doing, Anna? Ethan asked her. Are you trying to pick a fight with us for an unknown dead man, Anna? “Yes, if you dare lay your hand on my mate, I promise to kill you, she answered back. Wow, mate. He is my sister's mate. “You mean you are a mate to a vampire? Aiden asks. A dead man? “Yes, and let go of him now, she answered back. “Enough of all this. Let go of him, Aiden” I said as he gently drops

She whispered so quietly that even her sister Martha, who had been nicknamed the witch because of her amazing hearing skills, couldn't pick it up. The car drove straight to them, just barely dodging them, and they scampered, trying to avoid being hit. The front door swings open, and two long legs stretch out from the car. "Sorry, I am late, and I apologize for almost running you over. I am a terrible driver at night." Mary's mouth was agape as she saw the woman standing in front of her. She was beautiful and tall, the kind you would see on the runway. This lady was standing with so much confidence, and it appeared that she had no fear of the bespectacled sister. Sister Martha, however, wasn'

"I am your brother's wife!" She said squeezing his hand which held her jaw tightly, Serena intended to removed his touch off her but she was failing. Failing miserably. The more she struggled, the more aggressive he was becoming! "Stop saying that, you don't mean it!" Christopher warned with his voice dark and raspy as she hissed this time, her eyes cried two tears of pain and fear both as Christopher’s heart too burnt at the scene of her. She was one woman who made him insane. "I am done waiting for my brother to throw you away to get you, seems like that bastard won't do shit so I have to snatch you away from him!"

Marcus says sternly, making John realize that this is not going to be a friendly chat. “What do you want to know?” “Who killed my sister?” “Believe it or not, Mary was killed by Count Dracula”. Lucas scoffs, “I’ve heard this story before and it’s nonsense,” “I’m sure you have. He is here and he wants to do something really bad,” John says. “And you expect us to believe that?” “Let him talk, Luke” Marcus shuts his brother. “Mary and I thought that Mary’s daughter, Rachael was kidnapped.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

Not Madie's known family. "Get out. Right now." Sister Mary Eunice snarled at them, her anger getting the best of her. Her eyes with burning with anger. She couldn't control herself now. Not when Madie's life and well-being is at stake. "Get out!"

This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT***