Sisters Of Night And Fog Novels & Stories

The moon cast a silver glow over the Reynolds' house as the family settled in for the night. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Selene's father, Henry, paced the living room, his thoughts troubled by the recent events. Elizabeth, her mother, tried to keep a brave face, but the worry lines etched into her features betrayed her inner turmoil.

Crazy, but not unheard of. Sleeping with a mother-in-law? Not that I would, but those scandals were everywhere. SCREAMING YOUR DECEASED EX'S NAME WHILE HAVING SEX WITH YOUR DAMN WIFE, WHO HAPPENED TO BE HER YOUNGER SISTER WAS THE MOST FUCKED UP SITUATION IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. I am sure God was having a hard time believing this as well. A loud bang came from the other side of my closed door causing me to wince. I pulled my pillow over my head and buried myself underneath it, hoping whoever was out the door would leave me the fuck alone!

He mumbles. “Why do you care?” I ask. “Are you kidding?” He asks back. “I'm not. Why does it matter to you if I'm with him?” “We spent the night together, and now you're presenting yourself as being in a relationship with someone else. Does that even make sense?” “Well, you were cozying up to my sister in front of me and we fucking spent the night together.” “It was just a hug…” “A hug with that kind of hand placement? Would you like to see me hugging Nathan like that?”

But with this, not all folktales are real. "Sisters we've returned." Nyk reported as the walked into the sacred chamber. " What kept you so long? We thought you wouldn't come as instructed." One of them said. " Forgive me. Here, " she pointed at Lora." Sisters, this is Lora. And Lora, meet my sisters; Morgana, Eva, Melissa, Gwen, and Ellen." As she introduced, each one of them, they gave a sign for Lora to easily recognize them.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, three weeks after the midnight ritual, when everything changed. Sister Veronica was in the rectory library with Father Marcus, supposedly helping him catalog some old theological texts. In reality, she was bent over the large oak desk while Marcus pounded into her pussy from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other mauling her breast through her habit. "Such a perfect cunt," Marcus growled, his thirteen inches driving deep. "Taking me so well in the middle of the afternoon like a good little whore."

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely. So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide. And then, the sister from the library I did not know. I would just name her Sister Scarlet for being alluring. She had a rich almond skin like Fatma’s and her irises were the same color. I knew she was eighteen, but she did not look like one.

Chapter 80 – The Forbidden Pulse of It Jade experiences a vivid nightmare while unconscious. In the dream, she stands wounded on a windy cliff as fog swallows the landscape around her. Her sister Scarlett appears and initially embraces her, offering comfort. But the moment turns sinister when Scarlett suddenly pushes Jade off the cliff, sending her falling into endless emptiness while Kain runs toward her in horror.

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.

“You two don’t look anything alike.” “We don’t,” I agree. And according to Lucas, we don’t smell alike either. Apparently, siblings who share the same bloodline have a similar smell, and I smell nothing like the rest of my family. “She’s a doctor, right?” Betty types the name of a book into a search, seeing if we have any in stock. “Yeah, in Chicago.” “Your niece is adorable.” “Thanks,” I say with a smile. “She is pretty damn cute.” I take another drink of coffee and then head back into the crowd. Abby stays until the event winds down, and finds me in the back grabbing books to restock the shelves before she leaves.