Are Y'all With The Cult Novels & Stories

He sagged in Penny’s hand when Ava released her grip on his soul. “I believe the humans have a speech about doing this the hard way,” she held up her left hand, “or the easy way,” she held up her right hand. “It’s your choice. Tell me where I can find the rest of your little cult.” His voice hoarse, the man spoke. “We are not a cult.” “I don’t give a flying fig what you all are, we,” Ava said, referring to herself, Penny, and the others in Pentorium and on the Mountain, “have bigger things to be dealing with, without you zealots making it worse.”

They were always polite to us, and courteous to Mom, who went quiet whenever they were around. Plus dad, they were always eight men. Jack told me once, counting on his fingers, “they're never more, never less. Eight.” They’d smile at us, ruffle our hair, ask about school. Nice, powerful men. But always eight. Mom kept going. “It’s a cult, Dana. Your father thinks so highly of these friends he won’t do anything without their approval.” “Who are they?” “They call themselves a club.” “Like a society?” “I wish.” Her voice drops. “Some people say they’re the Illuminati. Or a branch of the Masons. I don’t know what to call them anymore.”

By the look of things, they'd probably exchange words soon. "He was a cultist!" Nun Ruth glared harder. "Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They're called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There's no assurance that he's not part of the cult anymore. He's dangerous!" "Stop lying, Ruth!" Estelle pointed a finger. "Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you're forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you're making up fake lores!"

“No, I’m serious. I talked to Lucien about the Northwest, and it’s bad.” “How bad?” “Bad bad. Like . . . Our lives, bad.” “Whoa.” “Yeah. I feel way less special, knowing that there’s all this trauma waffling about.” I sit on the edge of the mattress. “Is this about the cult I might be related to?” “Zane told you about it?” She sounds surprised. “Lucien said he probably wouldn’t.” “Some of it. Yesterday something weird happened.” Understatement of the week. Prepare the wall plaque. “A guy came at me and started yelling thesaurus prophecies.”

The friendlier of the two was right behind her, tailing her. As soon as they left the room and shut the door, I was met with silence. What the fuck had I gotten into? Was this a cult? Omega? Alpha? Were these cult lingos? The craziest thing was that they believed everything they were saying. That made it even more dangerous. I was so fucked. I had to get out of here as soon as possible, or at least contact Reginald.

I don't think Fleur or Mig knows about the underground passage not to talk of the bulks of gold in it. I was sent here by boss...yeah. I joined a deadly cult when i left Mig few years back, "The secret fortune hunters". We are seven. Three females and four males including Boss. I got initiated by my celebrity friend who sings and model and i love it. I don't regret joining the cult a bit. We hunt for fortune and kill any hindrance. I don't know how boss discovered about the secret underground passage in this house including the golds in it.

The second portion was worse – much worse. They began chatting about breeding programs, harvesting mates, selective marriages and assassinations to advance their cause. Oh My God. They were a crazed female cult trying to take over the World and my internship was a 'test case' for a new male training program. I guessed that Khalid 'washed out' and not in a good way.

When most people hear the word ‘cult,’ they picture hooded figures chanting in the dead of night, sacrifices on altars, and blood rituals galore. But for me, being part of The Order is a whole different vibe. It's about freedom, baby. Freedom to explore the wildest edges of my desires, to unleash my truest self in a space where I feel safe, protected, and understood. Daddy calls it the safe zone, and honestly, that's exactly what it is. A place where I can be unapologetically me.

“As far as I know, he’s still sitting in jail. I imagine Dillon will find a way to hold him while he investigates the website, since we don’t want the kid to tip off his loser cult members.” “Is it a cult?” Bodie shrugged. “I don’t know if it meets the classic definition, but it certainly feels like one, don’t you think?” He related what they’d learned from Nate. His father looked uncertain. “I’m not looking forward to going up against this group. They seem to be dedicated to their cause, don’t they?”

Set added, "Like-minded people, with a common belief system, that too a strange one. That is like Cult 101; it is the definition of a cult." Giovanni and Draco cracked up at Set's comment, making Aaron re-examine the scene in front of him. "Damn! It may be a cult," Aaron murmured. For once, the whole group broke into laughter; everyone barring Lucifer was laughing. "Let's get back to work, boys," Avo prompted them all to pay attention. "Are we confident that the elder is somewhere around here?" Avo's question was directed at Aaron, but it was me who answered it instead.