Sister Victoria The Nun Novels & Stories

“I found it. That girl is called Naomi. She’s a nurse over here and the illegitimate daughter of the Hamilton family, which means she is Irene Hamilton’s sister.” Victoria’s eyes instantly became red-rimmed. Tears filled her eyes. She used her hands to straighten her messy hair and viciously said, “You can leave now.” “Bah!” The gangster spat and slammed the car door shut once he got down. “Give me more next month. This amount is nothing.” Victoria endured it and held the steering wheel tightly. She wanted to step on the accelerator.

she grabbed Thea's hand, for the first time lowering her proud head, humbly pleading with Thea. "Tell me, what exactly did he do wrong?" Thea stared into her eyes, as if trying to extract the nourishing fluid that would excite her from Victoria's eyes. She was so focused. "He, he raped my sister Ava and scratched my brother Theodore." Thea avoided beating around the bush. Victoria's face instantly drained of color. "That's impossible. Impossible. My father has never been involved with women, how could he do something so embarrassing?" Thea smiled and said nothing.

She went on, darting over to her sister as she reached for her hand but then her hand passed through hers. She instinctively froze in her spot – slowly allowing her gaze to travel from their hands to her sister's face as a flush of shock swept across her face. “Wh–what happened to you? ” She stuttered with a shaky voice as the cold freeze of anxiety rasped through her. “Your...” She mumbled but then, Phidelia ’s voice snapped in. “I’m dead Phidel” She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information.

Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room. She walked pass her sister who was smiling at her at some point. Her sister even raised her glass at her and mouthed the words ‘I am proud of you’ at her. Veronica nodded and they walked through the stairs where her father stood along with the supreme dark-priest of Dexo Fernia. Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear.

Alice remembered that it was the woman who did the interview at the Victoria Company. "You?" Alice tried to guess. Livia smiled. She hugged Alice very kindly. Alice was surprised. This woman had the same cold body temperature as Victor. "Congratulations. You are our savior," the woman said. She removed her arms from Alice and looked at the girl. "I'm Livia George. I'm Victor's sister. Don't worry, I don't live in Victor's ancient house. I like the modern world. You can enjoy your honeymoon without anyone's interference," said Livia.

the woman asked, her tone icy. “Yes?” Olivia replied, her brows furrowing. “I’m Victoria Blackwell,” the woman said, her lips curling into a smirk. “Nathan’s sister.” Lily’s eyes widened, and Olivia felt a pang of annoyance. “What do you want?” Victoria leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Just a little warning: stay out of my brother’s way. He doesn’t take kindly to people meddling in his affairs.” Olivia straightened her shoulders, meeting Victoria’s gaze with unwavering confidence. “Then maybe your brother should stay out of mine.”

OLIVIA "Fuck, she moans loudly. She really does. I just had to shut her up with a kiss," Aiden rambles, chuckling. "I know I am good in bed, but I didn't want her to put me in trouble by moaning so loudly." "And yet, she used to pretend to be the holiest girl in the whole college. What a crazy hypocrite!" My sister, Sarah laughs. I clench my fist. Is this what I get by agreeing to come to school with my sister and her jerk of a best friend who can't stop talking about his sex escapades?

Then more images—ones he didn’t immediately recognize, until the meaning hit him all at once. His throat tightened. The room seemed to tilt. “She’s been playing both of you,” Victoria said, her voice syrupy now. “Money does that to people. And your brother? Trust me, she didn’t miss that opportunity.” She leaned closer. “Oh—and she’s a pornstar. In case you were wondering.” Simon couldn’t breathe. The edges of his vision blurred as his hands trembled against the desk. His eyes stayed glued to the pages, to the dates, the timestamps. The only thought pounding in his head was painfully simple.

the midwife informed the equally pale sisters. “Wait, can’t you see that my sister is sick? Help her! Eliza demanded. “I'll be right back and help her,” Nan spat, as if she was doing a great favor and not doing her job. “Now the main thing is to introduce him to the family and show him to the priest. When the door slammed shut behind the midwife, the confused Eliza took her sister by the hand and began to pray to the Firstborn. She was two years older than Malia, she herself had recently married and even dreamed of children until that day. But not now.

“You’ve never had a real relationship since your first year, have you? Everyone knows the story—the Ashford heir who sleeps with girls, then throws them away like tissues. So what changed?” “Then everyone’s been talking about me accurately.” My gaze stays on hers, steady and unreadable. “Just not when it comes to Angel’s friends.” She shifts restlessly, frustration flashing across her face as her patience finally snaps. “I’m not her friend, for God’s sake! And Angel? You’re still talking about her. Even though she’s gone. Her? She’s a nun, Vincent. The same grey cardigan every damn day. God, she’s timid to a fault. I’m the one who talks to you. I’m the one who actually looks like your type.