Sweet Soul Sister The Cult Mga Nobela at Kwento

” Phidel with the spirit of Phidelia groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Were you even listening to me at all?” He scoffed, slightly shaking his head as he settled back in his seat. At that instant, Phidelia’s spirit left her sister's body– making her conscious of herself once again. She noticed the party was over with Rowan questioning her as he returned to his seat. Phidel deftly glanced at her sister with a quizzical look and she in turn shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on her face. “I’m sorry..” Phidelia grumbled and Phidel spontaneously sighed– rolling her eyes in the process as she settled back in her seat; giving Rowan a sheepish smile as she glared at her sister.

By the look of things, they'd probably exchange words soon. "He was a cultist!" Nun Ruth glared harder. "Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They're called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There's no assurance that he's not part of the cult anymore. He's dangerous!" "Stop lying, Ruth!" Estelle pointed a finger. "Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you're forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you're making up fake lores!"

"My security networks just flagged your energy signatures returning from the high eastern tower. You didn't just align your core tonight; you uncovered my sister's little secret." My hand tightened around the silver communication device, my golden veins pulsing visibly beneath my skin. "If you know what she's doing, Tristan, why are you sitting in my chair? Her cult is preparing to siphon the Phoenix fire out of my womb tomorrow night. They are going to leave me a corpse inside your valley."