Pope Joan Novels & Stories

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

I got bruises on it because of what happened last night. "That old man is stupid!" she hissed while shaking her head as if she was very disappointed in that man. "Big sister! Big sister!" Maymay shouted. She's my younger sister. She was approaching my direction. "Here is the pandesal you told me to bought from a bakery." she cutely said and smiled at me sweetly. Pandesal is a kind of bread. I reached for what she was carrying and bent slightly to make an eye level to her.

I have vowed to myself not to love anybody asides from my family. As for Giordana, Her innocent face, lush brunette hair packed in a bun, and beautiful large brown eyes were captivating. The woman was effortlessly gorgeous. At the wedding, I had bumped into her on purpose. Entering the church that day, I sighted this petite lady sashaying to the back. I wanted to flirt with her and probably get her into my bed by the end of the day but her reaction was something I didn't expect, hell! her mouth and her stature don't go together at all. Seeing her stature you'd think she was this shy girl type but she proved me completely wrong.

I'd been so busy dealing with other things, I forgot about her. After a few moments, he looked down at me. "I'm sorry I wasn't kinder to you in the fifteenth century. I didn't know you yet, and back then my every waking thought was centered on protecting Joanna." His face fell at the thought of her. Things hadn't ended well for them. The Joan of Arc had gone on to lead her nation's army and had eventually been executed; meanwhile, the Adam Henry she'd known and loved had become a vampire, enslaved to the Vampire Queen. It had taken him a long, long time to break free of her grasp and by the time he managed it, his Joanna was long dead.

I opened Eulalia's door with so much force and she jumped from her seat in fear "Co-nstantine," she said and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying since "Can you explain to me, why Caesare has my designs?" I shouted angrily "I- I'm sorry, I don't know how he got it. I swear to you I don't know how it got missing" "Missing?, Did I hear you say missing. You are a liar" "I swear I'm not lying"

I am of a slave, but not the slave that you may think of. My mother was of slave, but she had become famous because of her extremely attractive facial features. People would travel far and wide to see of the dark skinned woman, with skin as dark as the devil. It was believed she was far too beautiful and therefore she was thought of as supernatural and not human.