Egg Cult Novels & Stories

Neil sighed “But somehow, one of the students who came under Master’s tutelage was not appreciative of Master’s intentions and teachings. He must have learned in secret while the master was teaching. And once he felt that he had learned enough he left master’s discipleship and started his own sect.” “The technique Eva used is very similar, but it is demonic act where the bug that she nurtured is almost like a killer bug. Mr and Mrs Walter were made to ingest the eggs.” “Why would mom and dad eat that?? Ewww!” Veronica was first to react as she made a disgusted puking expression. “It could have mixed with any food or drink. You wouldn’t even know.” Neil continued as he saw their unconvinced e

she asked. “I need yolk beef and breadcrumbs.” the old lady informed her, Isabella stopped writing on the tab immediately and looked at the woman. “Yolk what and what?” her brows were raised, she was confused. “I repeat myself, yolk beef and breadcrumbs.” the old lady said vividly, Isabella shook her head in disbelief. “Ma’am, breadcrumbs are the small fragment of a bread, yolk is the inner yellowish part of a bird’s egg and beef is flesh gotten from animals.” Isabella explained politely with a deep sigh.

"Before I point it out, though, I'll have to get Mr. Hilton to close all the curtains in this room. Please turn off some of the lights too." Harris Hilton nodded. He deftly pulled all the curtains in Elliott's office closed. "Well, now," Elisha said again. "At the bottom of this egg, there is a button to turn on the light. After that, grandpa can open the egg." When Elliott pressed the button to turn on the light, no light came out. But it was only when he finally opened the shell of his Faberge egg that Elliott gasped. Inside the egg is a small statue made of glass. A figure is a man and a woman sitting together, looking at a book in the man's hand.

"Donating wouldn't be all that bad, at least we'd be able to see him at the medical school…" Easily enough, I noticed how Joey's toes were trembling in fear, and how the white cloth on his forehead was damp with cold sweat. If he was exposed for faking his death, his reputation that he had spent such a long time building up would hit rock bottom in no time. Seeing how futile her efforts were, Winnie started going with a different approach. "Actually, Joey had one last wish!" She exclaimed, reaching to grab my hand. "He wanted you to have a baby for him through IVF! You're responsible for his family losing its successor, so you should give birth to one for him!"