Sister Victoria The Nun Novels & Stories

The kind that comes from seeing too many families shattered. Alexa sat at the metal table. She hadn’t moved in forty-seven minutes. Not since they brought her here from the morgue, still wearing the same clothes she'd worn for fourteen hours of travel. Her duffel bag sits on the floor beside her chair, unzipped, Alice's sweatshirt visible at the top. "She has visible marks on her wrists," Detective Cross says, stepping into the room. She closes the door behind her, a gesture of privacy that feels almost kind. "Which means she did try to struggle. Your sister was murdered."

she said. At those words, I was ready to throw myself across the table at her, but someone knocked on the door. It took all my willpower not to tear Alex to shreds. I swallowed back the burning rage as Victor came in with an urgent look. "My lady, there's an important letter from Kremlin," he said and handed a gold envelope to my sister. She tore it open and skimmed through the paper. A frown creased her smooth face. "What is it?" I asked out of curiosity.

Victoria. A woman that Raina hates. Victoria was her uncle Dax’s daughter, meaning her cousin sister, and Victoria was just like her mother Bethany a bitch. But when they were in the school, Luke had a crush on her. At school Raina bullied Victoria but at home Victoria, her aunt, and her father abused her.

She cast Johanna a subtle glance before smiling warmly. "So you're her assistant. I'm Victoria Kalen, Sharon's elder sister. And this is my friend, Johanna Walton." Though intrigued by Thomas, Johanna carried herself with the poise and pride of a noble daughter. She didn't appear overly eager. "Hello," she said with calm grace. "My name is Johanna." As the foremost socialite of her circle, Victoria's fame, talent, and beauty were unmatched. Any woman standing beside her risked fading into the background.

’’ We halt our conversation as Bonny Markham strolls her way inside. ‘’You are already in. what is it that you want?’’ ‘’I came to apologize master.’’ Now she was getting on her knees. ‘’Apologize for what?’’ Borham looked on, anxiously. Bonny gulps twice before talking. ‘’While I was talking to the Alicia Cross, she accidently touched my hands and—‘’ ‘’Who is Alicia Cross.’’ Borham interrupts. ‘’She is one of the sisters and daughter of Victoria.’’

"One is Christopher Mason's sister." Everything stopped. "Chris had a sister?" "Half sister. Different mothers. She's been underground for twenty years, assumed dead. But prison records confirm she visited Becca six times in the past two months." Marcus showed me a photo a woman in her fifties, hard features, cold eyes. "Her name is Victoria Mason. And according to our intelligence, she's got serious resources. Runs a legitimate import export business that's probably a front for something criminal." "She's the mastermind. Not Becca."

So wondrous and varied are the Lord's creation! Like Sister Divine, Sister Love, as this black nun was known, had been a software engineer before she chose the Way and the Path of the Lord. Her own Damascene conversion that persuaded her to make such a step was brought about when she reflected on the trivial nature of her professional work and how the fruit of her labour was costing others the wages of the labour it replaced. Consequently, like Sister Divine, she too was chosen by the Mother Superior to work on the convent's Website together with Sister Divine and Sister Litany in the convent's office.

I chose the latter since I wasn’t ready to deal with Clement, and Vianne needed me. “Don’t call me that,” Victoria said. “I am not your sister, am I?” I could hear the heartbreak in her voice. Despite that, she held her stance in front of Vianne, her hands clenching into tight fists as tears started to form. “You are her half-sister, baby,” Vivian said softly. “Oh my god,” Victoria said angrily. “My whole life is a lie!” She was smaller than Vianne but shared a similar build. Just Vianne was curvier.

"Tell me everything that you know." Violet is visibly shaking in the corner of the cottage. Her little legs are bouncing up and down as she tries to formulate sentences. "I don't know. It is different this time. She has never come asking about specific people before." "And she came specifically asking for Natalia and Margaret?" Victor asks and Violet nods her head once before looking down at her hands. "Who is your sister?" I cannot help but to interrupt their conversation. "Larissa," Violet says quietly. "She is a servant under the King."

Elena stood still at the top of the stairs, her entire world spinning out of control. Her chest ached as she replayed every word Victoria just whispered; the truth about that horrible night years ago, the betrayal that tore her life apart. Her own sister she considered the closest to her had been behind it all. The drugging, the humiliation, the years of pain that followed, all of it had been Victoria’s doing.