Are Y'all With The Cult Novels & Stories

Maybe the whole Order thing was a lie to just get me all whipped up and longing. "Do you know where they went to ?" I asked the agent, and he smiled at me. "Where did they tell you they went to, Jane?" he asked, and I answered without thinking. "A meeting. A private meeting of some sort." I said, and he nodded. "They belong to a cult called the order. It is a generational thing. Their parents were there, and so was their grandparents and so on. We do not have much information on them and are not interested in their activities. If they commit any crime, we will be on their case." he said, and I nodded, and before I knew it, I had begun to cry. I really believed them. I had fallen for them, an

I focused on the screen, typing out 'cult' and mentioning Misty and Remus there. After hesitation, I typed in how it seemed like Misty was an odd choice to be in a cult. She acted pleasant as if she genuinely enjoyed having me there as a pet. Plus, if said cult was meant to be hush-hush, why would she tell me about it? Maybe she figured learning more was inevitable for me.

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...

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."

“I’m sorry, I told them not to but they wouldn’t listen, they made me leave. The name was ‘the truth’ I googled them, it’s like a human Scientology cult” “A cult?” I ask her she sighs shrugging her shoulders “That’s what the people online say, people who have worked for them, donors who donate to their causes” “What causes?” Drake asks “There cause is telling the truth, bringing the supernatural world and the human world together, getting the truth about us out there, I don’t know why they need your kids but from what I have read it’s not good, they are not good especially for your daughter, she’s banshee isn’t she?”

one of the follower asked shakily. The others were thinking the same. "I think it might be to save that bit*h" some one replied. The Cult hates women. They feel like women are only good for one thing and that is to please men. "Too much leniency made her feel that she can do anything. We should not let this slide. We have to tell this to the Lord" some one else suggested. After five men were killed, there are seven of them left. They are in dire need of back up.

The others were just here because I was here. “Do you think everything is finally over?” Nora asked as we stared into the sunset. I didn't have an answer to that yet. “I hope it is but truthfully, it sounds like a fairytale. I've been fighting this way for so long that now that it seems like there's peace, I can't seem to believe it. I don't know, Nora.” For Kaya to be back, doesn't it mean that the cult is dead? And why else would she have been that dirty when they found her?

“Welcome to the Rhett Voss cult.” I tried to breathe, but the air was hot and electric, thick with sweat and desperation. Girls scrambled over trash bins, clawed at each other, one even tried to scale a lamp post, screaming until her voice broke. “Oh my God, is he here?!” someone shrieked, setting off a chain reaction. “No way, I saw him yesterday!” another yelled, waving her phone with a blurry photo of blond hair that could’ve been anyone. I froze. These weren’t fans. They were disciples.

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.

I was not sure what to believe anymore. "Cult?" I pointed at him, disbelief written all over my face. “You and Jayden are part of the same cult?” He nodded. “This is way too much for me to process. I don’t even know what to believe anymore,” I muttered, feeling overwhelmed. Turning to Lucy, I asked, “Did you know about this? About the cult and everything?” She nodded, confirming that she did. Caesar then went on to explain that the cult’s owner owned the Aphrodite Club. That was why he, Jayden, and a few others were treated as VVIPs there. It also explained why a certain room in the club was off-limits to prostitutes and regular patrons.