Sister Victoria The Nun Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sister Vera sat alone in her small room, with so many thoughts on her mind, when a brilliant idea struck. “Oh yes the cathedral”, she said to herself. She picked up her phone to make a call. She was privileged to call the cathedral at any time because she was the oldest nun in her parish, so the bishop granted her that privilege. The phone rang

Father Luca and I had waited weeks for this moment, our starched cassocks concealing the throbbing heat pooling in our groins every time we cornered Sister Amelia during her private “spiritual guidance” sessions. She was so achingly pure—a virgin nun in her early twenties, with those wide, innocent eyes, soft full curves, and a body untouched by any man’s hands.

"Did you see how big brother looked at us? Did you hear the way he defended that street girl over his own blood? He actually threatened to banish us from the city! Because of her!" Victoria did not answer right away. She slowly raised her head, her dark eyes narrowing into dangerous, calculated slits. The humiliation she had suffered at the breakfast table had burned away any remaining patience she had. She was a Morati. She belonged to the highest circles of power and wealth. She was not going to let some nameless girl from the streets push her around in a house she believed should have been hers. "Calm down, Clara," Victoria said, her voice low, cold, and venomous. "Anger makes people slop

Her hands began to tremble. "She found us." Ethan immediately reached for his gun. "Who?" Victoria whispered, "My sister." Ava's eyes widened. "You have a sister?" Victoria nodded. "Her name is Veronica." Ava stared at the photograph again. "But she looks exactly like you." "We were twins." Silence. Lily stepped closer. "You never told me." "I never wanted either of you to know." Ava frowned. "Why?" Victoria looked toward the destroyed server room. "Because Veronica was the first person Richard ever trusted."

The moon goddess of course knew that Alpha Bryan was interested in Victoria. After talking to his father, Alpha Bryan and Beta Maurice went to the moon goddess and asked her. "Goddess of the Moon, I like Victoria, Vladimir's sister. She comes from the vampire nation, can I make Victoria my mate?" asked Alpha Bryan. "Of course, Bryan. You can make Victoria your mate, she is beautiful, kind hearted and also strong. Compared to Florence, she is far superior," replied the moon goddess, she smiled broadly.

“If she really wasn’t dating a sugar daddy, then why isn’t her husband here?” “She’s so bitter and jealous of her own sister.” The whispers flew around. My hands clenched into fists. “Sister,” a voice called out. Turning around, it was Victoria. She was clad in a white cocktail gown, holding a glass of champagne. She looked beautiful and innocent as usual. “I’m so glad you came,” she said, smiling too hard that I thought her jaw would break. “Finally, we can settle our difference—" “I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped, cutting her off. “If you’re really sincere, then tell everyone the truth.”

She winked before taking off her glass and facing the crowd. "I know I don't really stand out which is why I'm barely recognizable but I guess my name is." The lady started to talk. From the look on the crowd's faces as well as their incessant whispers, it was obvious they knew who she was. "I am Victoria Kensington, daughter of the late Julius Kensington and the only cute sister of the current King, Braxton Kensington." She gracefully introduced herself and everyone cheered happily. "As you all know, I'm a defense attorney, handling one of the biggest cases in the history of Castile at just 22." She said proudly and the crowd cheered again.

"You're not my mother. You just look like her. And I won't think twice about sending you to the punishment quarters." She yanked her hand back. But she didn't back down. "Your bride injured my sister," she said. "YOUR mother. And you've done nothing." "My mother tried to strangle her first." "According to who? The girl who killed your last bride?" Victoria's smile was cold. "The girl who's clearly manipulating you? Look at you. You marked her. MARKED her. After knowing her for two days." The table cracked under my grip. "Careful, Auntie."

“Because from where I’m standing, he’s turned Luna into something she never was—a victim. A tragic heroine. Do you know how dangerous that makes her? People root for women like her. People forgive them. Worse—people follow them.” "She won't be standing long enough for that," Victoria replied calmly, moving toward her desk. "The next phase is already in motion." "Which is what? More manipulation? More vague threats and shadow puppets? Because I'm done waiting for magic." Victoria opened a drawer and pulled out a thin manila folder, laying it flat on the mahogany surface. "Grace," she said simply. Helena frowned. “The sister?” “She’s the key.” Helena walked over slowly, heels quiet now, postur

I pushed open my bedroom door and— Pause. I was taken aback by the scene. A naked woman sprawled across my bed, one hand lazily tracing her bud. My stepsister. Victoria. She dragged her fingers down her body, parting herself before sliding them back into her mouth. She smiled and then… “Brother,” she purred. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Her fingers trailed lower again, dipping between her thighs. “Come,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “My pussy wants you.”