Sweet Soul Sister The Cult Novels & Stories

Theron’s claws sank deeper into the snow, Darius’s gaze darkened, and Lucan folded part of his wings above us. Selene’s fingers tightened around her skirt. She had taken the Blessed Female title so Theron, Darius, and Lucan would circle her the way they had once circled me. Now calculation had entered their eyes. She moved closer. “Sunspire is safer than this place. We are sisters. I can have Theron arrange a place for you.” “Where?” I asked. “Beside your stone house, or inside their patrol line?” Color drained from her face. “Selene, if you enjoy being worshipped, keep it. Do not drag me into your house. Frostbrook’s wind is cleaner than Sunspire’s chains.”

It was something that looked like a USB drive. The leader of the group stepped on Kaycee’s face. "How dare you record us without our consent?" Another boy started pulling at my clothes. "We’re going to fuck your girlfriend right in front of you today. Let’s see if you dare stop us." Kaycee looked at me in despair. "She’s not my girlfriend. Please leave her alone..." The others shoved him toward the edge of the rooftop. Kaycee seemed to have put two and two together and moved closer to the edge on his own.

– A sister Liora had laughed at first—bitter, disbelieving. A cult? A prank? A cruel joke from someone who knew how trapped she felt? But the pendant never left her skin after the first night. It grew warmer when she thought of leaving town. It pulsed between her breasts when she touched herself in the cheap motel room two nights ago—urging her fingers deeper, faster, whispering in her mind with a voice that wasn’t quite her own: Come. Be claimed.

“Is this some cult or what? Do you all gather wearing hoods, reciting some stupid chant?” “We’re not a cult, ma’am!” She stomps her foot. “We’re the Sisterhood!” “Sisterhood?” I turn to Benita. “Cliché. Did you miss us so much that you used the name we called ourselves in school?” Benita says nothing, just smirks. “Well, yours is different,” Isabelle argues. “We won’t do any harm to Madam.” “Ah.” I lift a brow. “We? I wonder how many of you take part in this fucked-up gang.”

“This is something no man can witness and live to tell the tale, so keep it a secret. For this is a Sisterhood meeting at the Black Rock—which actually means girls night at my place. Let me introduce you to the council. This is Lady Claudia, our manipulation expert.” “Hi, Jay! Nice to meet you!” “This is Reverend Mother Karim with the procreation wing and my little sis Mika, I mean Acolyte Lolita, which is a pun in Spanish about her boobs.”

her gaze flickered to Kaid “—and the others to live without fear.” Oh please. It was a perfect act. Maybe too perfect. But would Kaid fall for it? I flicked my eyes to him, watching closely. His expression didn’t give me much. He just stared at the phone, unmoving. Then, finally, he asked, “What’s the real name of the cult?” Selena smiled, proud. “They call themselves the Shadow Pack.” I saw just a tiny reaction, a ripple in his face. He dropped the phone back on the table like it no longer mattered. “Is this all you have?”

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."

So what exactly, what exactly is left for me to do other than to hold on to every part of this and believe to myself that it is mine? If I grab a hold of this opportunity to take my sister's place, I will never be able to wash off the guilt that comes with it. Cult looks at me and believes that he is married to me—he believes that we are bonded to one another. How can I pretend as if everything is fine when it isn't? “I don't know what you want me to say.” I say to Cult and I stand from my feet, about to leave and he stands up too. Fey! He says and begins to follow me so I don’t know walk away from him.

Its roof sagged, its walls were cracked, and the windows that had once been painted with saints were now jagged shards of broken glass. Clara wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she approached in the pale gray light of dawn. Her breath clouded in the chill air, her heart pounding faster with every step. The letter still rested in her pocket, its words echoing in her mind. The truth you seek about your sister lies within your family’s past. Meet me at the old chapel before dawn. Come alone. The stillness of the morning pressed on her. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath.

What do you think about my plan? The girl cried in tears and Kaleb was filled with fear and hatred. Dimon takes the gag out of Kaleb's mouth and tells him: - Do you think your sister won't be in the same room as you? She's going to be fucked, but not killed. She will remain in this room until she dies, just like you. This protection that you show for her, will turn into self-protection. If I decide to make you choose between fucking your own sister or suffering the same fate I reserved for her.