Convento Stories

Teresa vive el último año de su noviciado en donde menos se lo espera, sin saber que Dios hará pasar su fe y vocación por la prueba de fuego.

"Kasalanan na nga ang umibig dahil madre ka, at sa babae pa talaga." Maria Soledad "Sol" Peñaflorida had already devoted her entire life to God long before she was transferred to a small town church in North Carolina. She came there believing it would only be temporary. A quiet place to serve, pray, and eventually leave behind without attachment. Then she met Christina, the woman who came to church every Sunday with her family, always dressed like she belonged in the softest parts of heaven. The woman who looked at Sol a little too long, spoke to her a little too gently, and slowly became the reason why prayers started feeling heavier on Sol's tongue. What they had was never simple enough to be called friendship, but never safe enough to become love. So they stayed in between, because Sol knew the moment she chose Christina, she would lose the only life she had ever known, and Christina knew loving a woman who could never fully choose her would eventually ruin her. Started: June 3, 2026 Published:

Saint Mercy sat on the hill above town for over a hundred years. A place of worship. A place of learning. A sanctuary. When the zombie apocalypse came, it burned. The people trapped inside died screaming beneath the collapsing roof. Then Sam woke up eighteen again. One month before the end of the world. Maybe Saint Mercy cried out for a second chance. Maybe God answered. Too bad Sam isn't trying to save the world. She's only trying to save the boy she loves.

the emos and chavs join forces and form the nunery and everyone dies. the end

A girl scorned by the Church and her lover...

The nun stared at the crucifix on the stone wall, squeezing her eyes shut as she began, “Oh, my God, save us….” She prayed, trying to ignore the cries of loud cracking of gunshots. The screams of terror. The red glow, dancing on her wall, repeating back images of huts on fire. She did not know where anyone else was, and if anyone was still alive. No one had yet to enter her hut, sitting on the edge of the line of houses, half-hidden with trailing grape vines. But it would only be so long before she was found out. She knew that this would happen someday, but no one believed it would be this soon—only five weeks after the rebellion at Hawks. They were attacking all the convents. And no one even knew who “they” were. The nun opened her eyes at a loud crash just outside her hut. She heard voices, and she knew it was time. She clutched at her crucifix, praying aloud as the door was brutally kicked in. She only got a glimpse of four men, hidden in dark navy tunics and cloaks, and only had time to say three words, “Have mercy, Lord.” Before the first man aimed a pistol at her forehead and pulled the trigger.

She was living her dream. Nothing could ruin this. Surrounded by sisters and prayer it was everything she could have ever wanted. Until it wasn't

1722. Eleanor nunca duvidou de sua fé-até ser enviada ao convento de Santa Luzia. Lá dentro, entre paredes úmidas e orações, ela descobre que o sagrado pode ser tão cruel quanto o profano. O convento não é um refúgio, mas uma jaula. Sob os véus brancos e os cânticos religiosos, escondem-se fanatismo, violência e segredos enterrados tão fundo quanto os ossos sob o chão de pedra fria. Mas nada ali a assusta tanto quanto ela. Isolde. Bela. Enigmática. Perigosa. Os olhos dela brilham na penumbra, refletindo uma fome que Eleanor não compreende-ou finge não compreender. Seu toque queima mais do que as chamas do inferno prometido nos sermões. Seu sorriso é um convite à perdição, um abismo do qual Eleanor deveria desviar o olhar. Mas não desvia. Não consegue. E quando Eleanor finalmente descobre a verdade, já é tarde demais. O véu entre o divino e o maldito foi rasgado. Agora, não há mais volta. Crisom Veil é um romance gótico sobre fé, desejo e o terror de perceber que, às vezes, a salvação pode ser a pior condenação de todas.

A convent in a zombie apocalypse

Hello, my name is Aloura and I've always thought I wasn't creative enough but mostly I have no motivation whatsoever. Unless this story get's a lot of attention then I'll probably stop writing. Here's a blurb of the story: Bernadette lives with her sad father and seemingly devout mother. In a year she will be sent off to a convent but she hates the idea of leaving her lover, Axel behind. Will they be together again?

It all started with the dreams. In a restless slumber, Nicole Evers would enter a very different world with a boy named Jacob Wilton. Nicole, being an aspiring author, turns these dreams into stories and posts them on books online. These stories eventually morph into books and these books turn into movies. Along with her newfound fame, she captures the attention of members of The Order who find her stories eerily familiar. What if her dreams weren't only dreams? What if she was recounting stories from another person's life? Someone that you shouldn't even know of? Someone who doesn't even belong to her world? Nicole has started a war by instigating an awareness revolution. She has caused a ripple in the lining that separates her dimension from all the others within the universe with her and Jacob caught in the crossfire.

: . She smiled and all they could think was 'oh hells' There is nothing more dangerous than a damaged girl rebuilding herself . :

A 16 year old young girl dreaming to be nun someday. While Losing her way back to the convent. She meet enchanting man in a deep forest. Meeting someone's unknown to her is not just her type of fantasy. but this freaking attractive man is trying to seduce her. will she able to give up this charming entity enticing her. "I falls under the hands of an evil monster Succubus, an entity of the forest, feeding on every girls sexual fantasy.' "Leaving me out of my mind sleeping in the wood with my eyes so wildly opened and so thin"

Two girls far from home and a thrill-seeking Nun. What could go wrong...