Novel & Cerita Are Y'all With The Cult

I spit out, not wanting to imagine that, "Haven't you noticed he's an idiot? He's always looked at me for guidance and even if he's older, I know better. Always. So he must listen to me and obey when I give him an order." "Okay, be real for a second... is your family a cult?" he asks. I just close my eyes and ask the Goddess for patience. And another mate, while we're at it, "All the boys have the same name. Your mom demands money. You're the weirdest person I've ever met. And you act like you're some kind of higher power, especially to your cousin. AND I can't help but notice how all the men are incredibly fucking ripped and hot, but honestly, so are the women. Your aunts look like Hollywoo

Why not pick 'em off one by one? "'Cause they want total mess," Kael said. "One pack down? Folks start asking questions. Seven down at the same time? That's full-on war. And in a war, the cult sneaks in and grabs control while everyone's too busy fighting." I ran my finger over the red X on Black River land. "When's the big hit?" Marcus grabbed a magnifying glass and peered at the tiny writing. "Date's… two weeks from now. Right during the council meet-up."

I am even more surprised to find my stomach churning at the sight of Jesse watching Jake with very intense eyes. Something is seriously wrong with me. “I have a theory.” Mave says, snapping my attention back to him. I lean forward, ready for any sort of solutions, time is running out for us. “He is part of a cult.” “What?!” Mave shrugs, his brows doing a weird dance that reminds me of what Jesse said about his forehead, I suppress a chuckle. “Think about it, what other group of people are tight lipped and have their records sparkling clean?”

Sasha, drawn by the allure of this elitist lifestyle, had willingly surrendered themselves to its alluring grasp. From the moment Sasha took their first steps into the enigmatic folds of The Violet Moon, they became enmeshed in a tapestry of secrecy and ambition. The rituals and gatherings, cloaked in the deep shades of mystique, revealed a world unseen by ordinary eyes. Beneath the shroud of darkness, the cult conducted their affairs, fostering a nexus of connections that spanned generations.

, the two sisters looked at each other. “Hell hall? Anything? C'mon you guys run a bar, there should be all sorts of mouths yapping away after a shot of tequila”, Amina threw her hands up. “Hell hall….I've heard that one before. It's a cult of some sort. A secret organization”, Freya supplied, glancing between Amina and Bridget. “Well that's one way to put it. I am a member of that cult and you my friend have caught the eyes of Alan Poza, let's just say that he's our daddy and he wants you out of here in two days and Alan Poza gets what Alan Poza wants”

Almost every guy that came on board were on suits and all looking businesslike but what more would you expect from the best gang in Nigeria. Don't get my wrong I despise all the types, be it gangs, cults or whatever they choose to go by but I especially hate the cults. Like if I wanted to be in a brotherhood or sisterhood, I'd pull up at a friends house or have a get together and just lay it out flat and then we'd have crazy handshakes and swear to be by each others side, why in earth would I need to pass an initiation.

Franchine on the other hand wasn't a bit surprised at their confrontation as she had somehow been expecting it since earlier. " Hey, Freshmans. We are members of the aigle culte. " One of the ladies who was putting on a body hugging top and pants spoke up first. As Malisa was now very familiar with the French language she didn't have a hard time understanding that they were from the Eagles Cult. " Our members are mostly, Freshmans so you either join us at will or you'll do it by force. " Another girl who had tattoos all over spoke. Still the duo kept quiet not saying a word as they observed the cult members one at a time...

"You aren't running a cult! You don't need to be so obsessed." "Yes, I'm running a cult, but you know it's kind of a different cult. Cult is a religious devotion directed towards a particular figure or object, whereas my cult only follows one rule irreverently. To loathe Malcom Augustus until the end of time. And mind telling you, I am not obsessed." Zaria Smith was at a loss for words. If you are not obsessed then what is it?

“We will teach you all you need to know about your background and heritage.” “Then I can leave?” I ask. “Probably not.” he says. ---------------- Dear Diary... Seriously, what are they doing? They made me join a cult right?! Can't lie, I am a bit scared right now. Is this werewolf pack a cover up for a cult? Am i stuck here now? They said I can't leave! What am I going to do? That had always been my plan. I am stuck here with some weird blood drinking, cult that won't let me leave! What the hell did Aunt Della do? Se sure they are not Vampires rather than Werewolves?!

Lucian is determined to keep me safe, but I want to find out who was blackmailing my sister and who killed her. "You're not one of them, are you?" Carol inquired once again, her face eager. "Of course not." I'm not from around here, and—" "I've witnessed things that no one should ever see. Things that are out of the ordinary." Oh, Carol, please don't say it. Carol returned her gaze to the door before turning to face Ravena. "They're members of some cult." When the moon emerges, they strip naked, wrap themselves in animal skins, and go through the woods wailing."