Virgin Sacrifice Meme Novels & Stories

"That Savannah girl is gonna fall in love with me. I’m gonna make that perfect little princess fall for me and show her place." The world tilted. Savannah’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t breathe. The voices in the video continued, the taunts, the laughter, the careless words that cut deeper than any blade. **"Haha—she definitely must be a virgin. She’s Mary."** Everything around her blurred. The Cassian in the video was smirking, laughing, cocky. The Cassian who had just kissed her, who had just told her this was real—was he even the same person?

My frown deepened. “What do you mean, he was right?” I asked, afraid to know the answer. “We found out that the only way it was possible was if an actual Davis was used as a sacrifice during a red-moon ceremony,” she explained. “What?” Jonathan breathed. “However, this sacrifice needs to be innocent. Such as the blood can’t be tainted. A virgin. An innocent mind. They can’t know what romantic love is or have sex on their mind. Pure innocence.” “A baby,” Jonathan said; I shot him a look.

Don't you want to talk to your husband? I look up. “I am tired, Santino. The day was ... long. »» He lets out a joyless laugh. "Tired? Of course. I understand. He puts his flute, takes one more step, then another. He is now held right in front of me. "But you know what this night means, right?" »» I swallow. He gently catches my hands. "It's an important night for me. For my family. For our name. A sacred custom ... marry a pure woman. A virgin. »»

Vicky bellowed with the last bit of strength she had, wincing in pain as she tore open the cuts across her face and started bleeding again. "Go on, yell all you want—you'd lose the strength for that soon enough." Sif sneered, and clapped her hands to draw the attention of the eager masked men standing nearby. "Everyone, I'm sure I don't have to introduce Vicky Turnbull. I do apologize for ruining her face, but that body? Tut, tut… Few could compare, don't you agree?" "What's more, she's a virgin!" The whole crowd cheered thunderously at that.

some people" she'd been referring to in her caption. I stared at the screen for a long time, feeling the nauseating feeling in my gut intensify. Just then, I got a call from my best friend, Sylvie Barrett. "Marie? Did you see that bitch's Instagram post?" Her voice was loud and piercing. "Is Cornell with that fucking bitch right now?" My voice was hoarse. "Yeah. He gave my ticket to her and is now happily massaging her foot inside the venue." Sylvie began cursing him out loud. "Fucking hell! I'm coming over right now to snap his manhood in two! Where are you? Don't go anywhere alone!"

"The registration office... Officer Miller sent me! Someone finally did it!" The Don frowned, his hand resting on Carl’s shoulder. "What are you talking about?" "The sacrifice!" the servant cried, his voice cracking with a mix of terror and relief. "Someone officially signed their life away to the Abyss! The ritual is on! We’re saved!" John stood in the dirt, the secret burning like acid in his throat, watching his family celebrate his death without even knowing his name was on the paper.

Katherine realized what was happening and screamed, "Harry, are you insane? You brought a dog to trick us! I don't believe you!" I raised an eyebrow. "Katherine, didn't you say I couldn't have children? That's true, so I raised Wade to keep me company. What's the problem with that? You were ready to claim your police-ranked son, but your biological child, who's having a hard time, isn't worth a thought?" Katherine's face shifted rapidly from pale to flushed. The livestream exploded with viewers taking screenshots and posting sharp criticisms. "Wade is actually a dog? How could that dog possibly call Zack and his wife or sign anything? This is insane."

Nothing. The priestess nodded and her Farrah Fawcett hair didn’t move at all. I’ve seen helmets with more give. “We are the virgins of the One True God. No man shall touch us, all shall bow to the One True God.” I leaned towards Maurice. “I think it’s okay. I think they’re lesbians.” “You can’t say that,” said Maurice, his eyes darting around guiltily. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but virgins, no man touching, giant dildo on a stick...”

Although my face is never shown, I always make sure my neck, hands, and anything else that might be exposed are camouflaged, just in case. Victoria wasn't looking so full of herself these days, for which I'm grateful. To some, having her relive the same torture day after day, where she thinks she's been paralyzed and lost her tongue, might seem a bit hedonistic. So is having those demented fucks playing around in her brain at will. But I think it's the least I can do to pay her back for the years of hell she and her mother put Gianna through.

Virginia teases me " There is nothing left to resist, you have already given everything away.” I tried to remain serious, but it was impossible and we both burst out laughing, because of course she was right, there was no way I could pretend that I hadn't fallen for Ethan's trick when he took my virginity the night before. I had told Virginia the whole truth about the night of the auction, and after a great lecture about friendship and trust, now we were talking about the current situation.