Sister Victoria The Nun Novels & Stories

The most amazing thing happened to me today (notices her sad mood) What's wrong? Queen Victoria: (sobs) It's nothing really Paul: Its definitely not "nothing", Why're you crying? Queen Victoria: It's your step sister, Cecilia, she fought me today just because i warned her to stop sneaking out of the castle to see boys, she insulted me, tore my gown, slapped and hit me and now I'm experiencing body pains and she even bit me, Look at it... (shows him the bite marks) Paul: What the.... How dare her to this to you?!

Victoria looked at Vanessa, then at Jackson, and suddenly she felt a little jealous, which was strange because she never cared about those things. The more time she spent with Jackson, the more these strange feelings grew, and she seemed to become one of those jealous women, and when she realized this, she tried hard to get that thought out of her mind, and then said hello to Vanessa. “Hello, Miss Lazer!” Vanessa shook her hand. “I'm Vanessa, Jackson's sister and also your friend!” Victoria looked at Vanessa in shock when she heard the word “sister,” because as far as she remembered, Jackson was an only child and had no brothers or sisters. So where did Vanessa come from?

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Tori knew she didn't know this, but for some reason after staring at the symbols, somehow she could decipher the meaning behind it. Thanked God! I thought I'll have to start from scratch. Even if I am a former straight-A student in my past life in high school, memorizing these many will be a problem. Thanked goodness that this body kept the skills of the original Victoria. This also proves that the original Victoria was not stupid as the N*****x Series portrayed here. Then, is it possible that Victoria knew from the start that she was being manipulated by that wretched half-sister of hers? But if she did, then why didn't she do something about it? Why die in vain?

The veil over her head, the habit snug around her body—armor against thoughts that had no right to linger. By the time she entered the refectory, the air was alive with chatter. The younger nuns were gathered at the long table, their plates lined with simple bread and cheese. Laughter bubbled in the corners, scandalous whispers hidden beneath lowered voices. "Seraphine!" one of them, Sister Agnes, called brightly, waving her over with crumbs at the edge of her mouth. She was barely twenty, with cheeks that flushed pink at every teasing word. "You look pale. Didn't you sleep?"

Louella said, defensively. “She still could,” the witch said as she walked up to Louella and took her chin in her hand. “Did you know that your sister can speak to ghosts?” When Louella shook her head, she added, “Soon, your aunt’s ghost will find her way to your sister. By then, your aunt will have remembered all and your sister will be told.” “My sister is in an asylum for the insane. No one will believe her,” Louella said with confidence. “Now, will you please help me? I can pay. Anything you ask. It’s yours.”

Her every part was detailed through the attire and her hair being tied up in a bun seemed one mesmerising detail to note down too. Her nape and neck was displayed because of it. Christopher felt weird for the very first time looking at his little sister-in-law. It was his first time noticing Serena in so much of detail, never did he noticed her in her regular clothes before because those never hinted any sort of distraction for him before, also he never even cared to work his mind on Serena in any manner which could be inappropriate. She was his brother's woman by name. He always respected her like his family. But now...

Sister Lucia sat across from him, seventy-three years old, small and frail, with snow-white hair and calm, piercing eyes that seemed to have already accepted whatever storm he carried with him. She studied him for a long moment before speaking. “You’ve come about the girl,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question. Victor nodded. “Sofia. She was brought to Saint Catherine’s when she was very young. I need to know everything about that night and who brought her.” Sister Lucia looked down at her wrinkled hands, folded neatly in her lap. For a while, she was silent. Then she began to speak, her voice steady but distant, as though recounting a memory she had carried like a wound for decades.

After Victoria finished rehearsing, Mina handed her a bottle of water and said to her, "Victoria, I plan to put your picture on my promotions, and also give you some fame. You're so outstanding, you shouldn't have been buried." Victoria happily looked at her. "Is that really true?" Thank you so much." "You're welcome. Betty and I have been good friends for many years, and you are her sister. It's only right that we help each other. Moreover, your little son is also very famous. As a mother, you must be even more outstanding!" She was already twenty-eight or twenty-nine, but she was also very famous in the music industry.

Enough to deserve this kind of look. Victor sighs slightly, before leaning back in his chair. - Clara is the daughter of one of my associates. Suddenly, we can admit that she is not a simple secretary. I slide my eyes slightly, intrigued. - So, she’s a special secretary. He shakes his head smiling. - "particular" is not the appropriate term. She’s just a secretary. Final point. I observe it for a moment, watching for any nuance in its tone. But it remains impassive.