Historias de Nun

Sequel to "The Thief and Prince" Thomas has set off once again to go to war for Paevia, dragging Rory along with him. When they come across a monastery and find a few survivors--one being a quiet nun named Claire--he instantly gravitates towards her. Feeling as if there is no other choice, Thomas and his men bring the small group of vestals with them to their encampment. With the weight of the possibility of becoming king soon, the pressure to find a wife, and of course a rising war, his plate is more than full-causing the temptation to follow in Crispin's footsteps to ditch his birthright more appealing by the day. Read as faces both new and old appear in "The Nun and King" while Thomas discovers what it truly means to be a king.

Lilith lived peacefully in her convent. She adored the quaint and quiet routines. Eventually, though, her peace is disrupted by a presence that pursues her. She had never fallen for anyone, but now the air held a sense of craving that she could not deny. Is love truly miraculous and good, or can it be something more sinister?

The voice of a Catholic nun is heard... ''Run girls! run'' ''To where?'' ''Run towards the convent! don't panic. it's going to be fine.'' It was the voice of the ever loving school administrator, Sr. Henrietta Alokha, SSH. ...and so they heeded her last words and they live today to tell the story! Today, 15th day of March 2020 in Abulé ado Lagos Nigeria stands the ruins of the once beautiful buildings of Bethlehem Girls College. Today earth lost humans but heaven gained saints. This is our faith and thus we believe nothing less than this truth!

[Completed] Good versus evil. The age-old battle since the dawn of time. What happens when an angel falls? And what happens when he falls in love? Michael has been taken under Lilith's wing, corrupting the pure and innocent. And he's good at it. Very good.

-"A dream which turned into a dark reality." It all started when Monica saw a dream. (Horror) The story is owned by me

There was once a church, it was full of nuns. But there weren't many nuns. You see, Mother Abigail got sick of her wrestling life and began taking anger management classes at a church. The church went of for grabs, and she bought it. She brought in two boys, around the age of 15-ish. Sister Colby and Sister Aidan were their names! And then there was Little Brother Dante. There was also Hobo RJ, which brought the church pizza that was found on the streets. He didn't quite work for the church, the church gave him a mouse every week to eat, so he brought the church pizza. BAM! He made a mouse living. Then there was... *sigh* devil Taylor. Devil Taylor (Satan) brought sins upon our church! The Church used the candles, Well, Little Brother Dante's ear wax, to warn off the devil! And then... There was father Brenna. Father Brenna played Live Chess for a living. And then there were wanderers who wanted to join... Father Brenna met Mother Abigail at the national buffalo butt eating competition

haunting adventure od ed and lorrain warren will they able to overpower this elevil or it will consume them both along with Margret and her family lets see where thier adventure takes then in this horror verse

"Sister Theresa"- Ang lihim sa loob ng kumbento. Never let your empathy down in this place. Because devils are good... and good are evils.

I made stories on how my friends died based on their avatars (this is the 4th story)

Yani has always been a good girl when it came. To school. But that all changes when she meets a special someone

This poem is inspired from a personal experience and the hardships I and other girls like me face daily. I wear a headcover called a 'hujab', and I'm 100 percent proud of it. I'm not ashamed at all and I'm proud. It's for my religion, Islam, and no, I wasn't forced to wear it. I chose it. Sometimes when I'm walking home, people yell cruel words at me like 'terrorist', 'ninja', and my most favorite, 'towel head'. Their words hurt and I have no idea why some IGNORANT people don't get the meaning of EVERYONE IS THE SAME. So, this is my poem saying I am no different if I wear a head cover or not. I'm me, and that is all that should matter... So, without further ado, here is my poem, Towel Head.