Sister Victoria The Nun Novels & Stories

the minister's expression softened "and to be fair we do suspect that something unholy could have taken place Reverend." The nun took a couple of steps forward, and with a firm but calm tone she spoke "would you be kind to introduce us?!" She was anxious to be part of the conversation. "My apologies sister" he directed himself to her and then back to the youthful pair "This is sister Margaret from Saint Mary Matfelon of Whitechapel." The fourth-year-old woman greeted them politely, she had a stern air to her and was clear that she was a 'no-nonsense' type of woman, she had a small scar that when from her cheek to her neck.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

My stomach dropped. Little brother. Victoria wasn’t Damian’s half-sister. She was his full sister. And she had made sure that night in Vegas would destroy him before it even began. I slammed the laptop shut, breathing hard, the USB drive burning in my hand like a live coal. 'Damian has a sister who tried to erase me from his memory.' I stood up on shaky legs and walked back to the living room. Damian was waiting exactly where I’d left him, eyes locked on me the second I stepped through the door.

It is an anchor in the dark. Another day. The voice is female. Young. She argued with a doctor today. Her tone was steel wrapped in silk. She insisted they try a new treatment. For me. Who is she? The voice has a name. Antonio Castellano’s daughter. Victoria. A name with edges. It fits. They talk around me. About the alliance. About the marriage. They traded her. Like a parcel. Fury is a hot coal in my chest, but I cannot move, cannot speak. I am a ghost in my own body.

But they all had a serene demeanor and a ready smile for the poor souls in their care. Before the two apprentices was Sister Miranda, a tall woman whose age was difficult for Viktor to determine. She had a rather beautiful face and moved with a delicate grace and grace that also suggested that, when challenged, she could be as immovable as a rock in her expectations and attitudes. Viktor and Herwin had been sent to the hospital with a letter of introduction, and they arrived as the sisters were leaving Matins.

She also sensed that she was one of hers: a vampire. “Sister Paine,” the nun said softly. “It is an honor to have you.”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

A young girl came out from nowhere and approached them. "Oh my God! Doreen," Victoria exclaimed with wide eyes when she recognized her assistant. "Good day ma'am, we finally meet here as planned. Don't worry I will be nice and gentle just as you were to me," Doreen said. "I thought you were an ordinary girl," Victoria said. "No, I wasn't, I was a spy sent to monitor and record your whereabouts," Doreen reviewed. "Why are you working for her?" Victoria asked. "I have a purpose which will be reviewed later as we work together," Doreen replied.

“And the groom arrives in two hours . We don't have time to mourn or think Eva . The press already knows about this marriage. The investors, too. If this falls apart, we lose everything. Eva please you have to help me.” She stared at him. “You can’t be serious.” His jaw tightened. “Eva, You’re identical. You’re already here. The veil will help. No one needs to know you are the wrong bride.” “I’m a nun father!.” “You were a daughter first.” He replied sharply And that silenced her. The next words were quieter, but sharper. “You can save this family. Your sister’s death doesn’t have to be for nothing. Remember how happy Ellen wanted this marriage even when she had no idea of whom she was getti