Sister Victoria The Nun Novels & Stories

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning with possibilities. I tried to think logically. Anton wasn’t the only one who’d been acting strange lately. Irina had been cold, but she was always cold. She was Viktor’s grandmother, and whatever icy behavior she threw my way wasn’t new. As frustrating as she was, there was no way she would betray Viktor. Blood meant everything to her. I was hundred percent sure that Nikolai could be trusted, not only was he Viktor’s nephew, but he was like an angel. Suspecting him should be a crime.

“A high-profile attorney just went live. She’s implying Amber orchestrated this entire conflict. That she started a war between brothers for amusement.” Jason’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s not all,” Pamela continued. “There are already articles about a new company under Amber’s name. Fully endorsed by the Sun estate.” “Who’s the attorney?” Jason asked calmly. There was a pause. “It’s Victoria.” The name settled heavily in the car. “Victoria,” Pamela clarified. “Your ex-fiancée.” I thanked her and ended the call. Silence followed us down the private road. After a moment, I turned toward Jason.

"But I had someone search further back. Margaret Dunbar's maiden name was Margaret Brennan." Yessica was very still. "She's Victoria's mother," she said. "Older sister, actually. Eleven years older. They appear to have been estranged since Victoria's committal. Margaret hasn't visited the facility once during Victoria's entire assessment period." Eleanor paused. "Until this week, when she submitted a visitor application two days ago and was approved within the hour." "Victoria contacted her specifically for Wednesday."

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

" Sister Magdalena was a stern woman whom no one could recall smiling, even when she played her psaltery and made heavenly music. She was in her fifth decade of life and had lived half of it within the abbey walls. Underneath her veil was a mound of gray braids, and underneath her habit was a tough, virgin body as impenetrable as a nutshell. She was not without ambitions, well aware that under the Order of St. Benedict a woman could ascend to the position of abbess should the bishop so wish. As the most senior sister at Vectis this was not out of the question, but Aetia, the Bishop of Dorchester, barely acknowledged her when he visited for

she cried. Nelson's anger only grew after hearing her words. Pointing at her, he snapped, "You're a liar. You're not my sister. My sister is Victoria, not you. I should never have adopted you from that orphanage. I didn't know you'd turn out to be so cruel." The thought that he had believed Felicia's lies and that his actions had led to my death—the death of his real sister—tore him apart. He buried his face in his hands and broke down in tears.

Curious he starts walking in that direction. The quiet sister stood looking at the birds. She has set them free curious to see who they would bring in her direction. She soft hum to herself. Anyone who might be listening would realize her humming has a beautiful melody that can calm the heart. Victor keeping his eyes on the birds suddenly stop when hearing what sounded like beautiful music. As he rounds the rocks, he was surprise in finding a nun from the Sisterhood of the Flesh. He immediately dropped his head taking on a submissive position.

Confirmed Jessica as she watched Vivana walk back to the scene when immediately, the sister recognised her. "Lady Carter?" Uttered the nun in surprise. "Sister constance. I'm really sorry. I know he was a good friend to you." "Yeah. He was a good person." Remarked the nun pissed. "What are you doing here Lady Carter?" "I work with the police sister. I work with her." Pointed Vivana at Jessica. "I know how much Father Andrade meant to you sister and you were his closest friend. You have to help find justice for his murder.

She wouldn’t touch the food they gave her, especially not when it was brought by Victoria, Alexander’s whore. Her mind drifted back to memories of her late sister, Mona, and the torment she had endured at Alexander’s hands. The pain in Helena’s chest grew heavier as she thought about those dark times, especially after Victoria, Alexander’s mate, entered their lives. Victoria’s presence had shattered what little peace Mona had left, driving her deeper into despair.