Sweet Soul Sister The Cult นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If I tried killing them with my bare hands, Salem would probably pummel me to death. He grunted, his body tensing as it always did when he climaxed. The Sister beneath him let out a warped, inhuman scream. She arched her back, her pitch-black eyes wide open, her deformed breasts thrown out. Then she fell backwards again, her expression hollow. She did not move again. Salem became still, his eyes widening. “She’s . . . dead?” His voice was hollow. “A necessary price for the transfer of power,” said the Sister to his right. She licked his ear.

"You'll understand once you get a mate one day." Soul closes his eyes and shakes his head. "You don't get it. It's not uncommon for rejection to occur." I look at Soul in a state I've never seen him in. Vulnerability. "She has the ability to just leave your ass because she is so hurt! So if you ruin my sister...I swear on everything I hold dear...I will kill you." He growls. We stare at each other in silence. I don't feel scared about his threat. I feel like there was more to Soul than he leads on.

"Who bullied you, Becca? Don't be scared!" She then turned to look at me. She pointed an accusing finger at me and exclaimed, "What are you trying to do, Natalie? Don't you know that Becca has androphobia? How could you hire a whole group of men to come here when she's ill? Are you trying to scare her to death?" Isaac stormed into the room and slammed his hand down on the bed railing. "Is it wrong for my son to accompany his own sister for her treatments? You're just being paranoid!"

Three days ago, I learned a secret. The mate I found in human society, Claude, was actually the mysterious werewolf who became Ultima of the Alliance in just one month. On my birthday, he would announce my identity. He said this was one of my birthday gifts. At this moment, he was backstage reviewing his speech, while I lay lazily across his legs, feeling bored. Seeing my boredom, he let out a soft sigh. “Baby, why don’t you go have some fun at the banquet first?

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?

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

"You and my sister produced some beautiful girls, but what's this I hear you knocked up her best friend?" "She's a part of our relationship. Talk to your sister," I say with a smile and hand Kelly my phone. I could feel my heart race in my chest as my breathing quickens and Kelly and Claire start freaking out. Claire takes my face in her hands, trying to calm me from my PTSD attack. "Breathe Jen," Claire says in a soothing whisper and I focus on the sound of her voice. I shutter a calming breath and she nods, saying softly, "Good, keep breathing okay?"

“It’s not ridiculous. Don’t you want to meet somebody new? Even if it’s not your mate, I’m so over seeing the same boys every single day. Sure, they’re technically men now, but we’ve known them literally our entire lives! It’s hard to see them as a real partner, when you’ve also seen how inane and immature they can be.” Cassie gave her sisters a sly smile, “Did you see how disappointed Randolph was when we turned 18 and none of us were their mates?” Evelyn snorted and Nora agreed grimly. “This is what I mean, thank the moon goddess that none of us were fated to their miserable asses. I’m not yearning to leave our pack, just to leave the same people and the same situations that we deal with

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”