Is The Nun Based On A True Story

Cerita asli dari apa yang aku alami semasa hidupku, kisah horror yang nyata tanpa penambahan unsur apapun. So yups guys happy reading ️

Alec, a renowned mafia leader who got involved with an unknown lady, having sex with her wasn't his plan but he did it anyway. Unfortunately, the lady turned out to be a mole that was sent to steal some important documents from him. She succeeded in stealing the documents without him knowing and when he got to realize thoes documents was missing, he went out in search for the lady. Adela turned out to be identical to the lady Alec was searching for. Adela was a lady with the hope and dream of becoming a Nun just like her godmother who raised her in a convent home. She had never had issues with the world outside the convent home but it turned out her story was a twisted one. After being kidnapped and locked up by a mafia leader who accused her something she had no idea of, including the video clips of the lady who locked identical to her. She had no idea someone outside had the same facial look as her. How then is she going to prove her innocent to the ruthless mafia leader.

When tragedy strikes on the morning of her twin sister’s wedding, Sister Eva Caldwell, a devoted nun is forced into an unthinkable choice. To save her family’s name, she must take her dead sister’s place and marry billionaire Jeremi Moretti, a cold, calculating man with secrets of his own. But beneath the vows and velvet lies, Eva discovers that Ellen’s death wasn’t as simple as it seemed… and that Jeremi may have loved or destroyed the sister she’s pretending to be. Torn between faith and forbidden desire, Eva walks a dangerous line between truth and deception, until the mask she wears begins to feel more real than the life she left behind. A story of sacrifice, passion, and betrayal, where love itself becomes the deadliest sin.

I tried to get away from him. “Running away, I see," he sneered as he crawled on top of me. "You must fulfil your duty as my Luna. you are no longer a church maid, Rosaria. " He grabbed my legs as he spread them apart. "You will be rewarded with my seed, and you would reach the ecstacy just to be filled." "But I didn't want this! I only wanted to be pure!" "You were never pure to begin with. Not as long as you are born in this accursed pack." ========= Hati, the Sun God and one of the sons of the Great Wolf, Fenrir. I have devoted my life to his church, and I will live the rest of my life serving him. I don’t need a mate. After all, I will become an official nun soon. Every wolf looks down on me, claiming me as the “traitor” for worshipping a god who tried to eat the Moon Goddess. And I am perfectly fine in the vicinity of the holy place. Until “HE” arrived. “The seer received the Moon Goddess’ answer. You are my fated mate.” “W-What?” My mind probably stopped at that moment, slowly processing what he had just said. “It’s a calling. Bear me a child who can rule over the pack.” I was supposed to become a nun. Lord Varick, the alpha leader and the one who despises Hati, came right before my ordination—And changed my life for the worse. (MATURE CONTENT R18+)

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.

She took vows to serve God. He built an empire serving only himself. Sister Seraphine thought she buried her sins the moment she entered the convent. Silence, prayer, and devotion became her shield against a past that would never forgive her. Until Cassian Vale walked into her world-billionaire, sinner, and the very embodiment of temptation. He wanted her innocence. She wanted redemption. But the moment their eyes met, both of them knew-this was no holy ground. In a city where cathedrals hide corruption and holy men are devils in disguise, Seraphine and Cassian are bound by a dangerous truth: sometimes, salvation doesn't come from God... It comes from sin.

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"

My husband, a lawyer, tells his true love to deny that she wrongly administered an IV and insist that her patient passed away due to a heart attack. He also instructs her to immediately cremate the patient. He does all of this to protect her. Not only does Marie Harding not have to spend a day behind bars, but she doesn't even have to compensate the patient. Once the dust has settled, my husband celebrates with her and congratulates her now that she's free of an annoying patient. What he doesn't know is that I'm that patient. I've died with his baby in my belly.

An meinem Hochzeitstag ließ mein Mafia-Verlobter Ryder Conti seine Männer mich vor der Kirche aufhalten. Stattdessen ging er mit einer anderen Frau am Arm den Gang entlang. Durch das schmiedeeiserne Tor zuckte er mir nur mit den Schultern. „Emilia, die Contis brauchen einen Erben, und Carmela trägt einen Rossi.“ „Sobald ich den Einfluss der Rossis nutze, um meine Position in der Familie zu festigen, lasse ich mich von ihr scheiden. Du bleibst trotzdem meine Frau.“ Alle dachten, ich würde brav nicken und warten, bis er zurückkommt. Zehn Jahre lang hatte ich ihn mehr geliebt als mein eigenes Leben, sogar den Kontakt zu meiner Familie für ihn abgebrochen. Noch in derselben Nacht stieg ich in einen Privatjet nach Sizilien, um eine arrangierte Ehe mit dem Paten der Vettori Familie anzunehmen. Von da an verschwand ich spurlos aus Ryder Contis Welt. Drei Jahre später kehrte ich mit meinem Ehemann und meinem Kind nach New York zurück, um mich um einen Verräter in der Familie zu kümmern. Zayn hatte noch etwas Dringendes zu erledigen, also schickte er seine Männer, um mich abzuholen. Ich hätte nie erwartet, einem Gesicht aus meiner Vergangenheit zu begegnen. Ryder musterte mich mit einem schiefen Grinsen. „Genug Spaß da draußen gehabt. Wenn du schon angekrochen kommst, passt das perfekt. Carmelas Sohn braucht eine Köchin. Das kannst du machen.“ Warte mal. Er hat mich gerade, die respektierteste Donna der Unterwelt, zur Köchin gemacht?