Archbishop Of Greed Novels & Stories

Ann murmured at The Shadow, forgetting there were other people in the room, "You just have to scare me like that in front of everyone, huh?" "Wow..." Jacob murmured, "You ARE the one... It's really you all along..." "Not yet." The archbishop's words took the frantic smile from Ann's face when she only enjoyed it for a few seconds. "What do you mean?!" Shouted Ann in a wave of disbelieving anger, and even Hank was taken back by her attitude this time. This was the second time that her glory was taken away from her right out of her hands! "Only the soul is returned." Archbishop's ancient voice rose, and that took away the excitement from ALL in the room.

ARCHER “Tell me what’s happening here,” Dad demands, his voice so harsh that spit flies out of his mouth from his tone. “Right now.” I focus on him, feeling the eyes of every single person in this room on me. “The moment you told me you wanted to take Bishop Hotels out from underneath the Bishops, I knew you’d gone too far. You weren’t making decisions that were best for Moore Hotels any longer. You were blinded by greed and revenge, and neither one of those are things that have any business in the decision-making of running a company, Dad.”

Lysander froze, then said in shock, "The Lord of Abyss City, Andrew Lloyd of Holtrien?" The Vindicator replied gloomily, "That is the one. The Archbishop has received him with a full ceremony." Lysander's expression darkened as he stormed out in a huff. "How dare he deliver himself to our doorstep! Let me meet this blasphemer, this devil!"

This was not the time to get worked up. “Let him finish,” I said. Caspian’s smile widened. “Thank you, Valencia.” He leaned forward. “The coadjutor archbishop—Bishop Luciano Moretti—has been waiting twenty-three years for the old bastard to die of natural causes. But unfortunately for him, Bartholomew seems to be getting younger by the day. He’s tired of waiting, and following Christian doesn't seem to be doing him any good."

"It is a problem of entropy. A panicked man is a leaking man. He will drown and pull us down with him." "He's not just panicked, he's greedy," Jay observed, studying the monsignor's file. The architectural projects were not just personal; they were grandiose—a private chapel in Umbria, a restoration of a family palazzo in Rome. "He wants us to erase the evidence so he can keep his seat at the table and continue his lifestyle. He sees us as a service to be used." "A service that now carries an existential risk," Rafe concluded. His gaze was icy. "We do not perform miracles for fools."

Charles flushed red, trembling with fury, his finger pointed at Derek but no words coming. Croyso stepped forward. “Your Majesty, this reminds me of a case that was recently brought to light by an anonymous report. There is a serious charge against Lord Lionel Alden, newly appointed Governor of Eastmarch. Evidence suggests he has embezzled funds meant for infrastructure and imposed harsh levies upon the people.”

Wearing a black coat, he leaned on the car door and smoked leisurely with a cold sneer on his face. Anderson had always been an upstanding guy! Needless to say, he was the heir to the great Templeton family! Now, he had fallen. Alcoholism, women, and greed. He had dipped his hand in all of these sins! What would Archibald think of his precious grandson if he found out about this? Snorting, he snuffed out the cigarette and flung it into the bushes…

“And the miracles?” “Staged,” I confirm. “Vittorio funds the mechanisms. The weeping statues, the glowing relics. It brings in money and power. The bishop “Augustus Hale” has spent his life perfecting the deception.” I watched him carefully now; this next part will hurt. “And you, Jordan Brick… You are part of that deception whether you want to be or not.” His head snaps toward me. “What are you talking about?”

He was nodding profusely by the time the caller hung up. “Looks like luck is on your side, Miss Hart.” He looked anything but pleased. On his desk sat a project proposal, he slid it off the table and slapped the documents over my head, while they scattered generously around me.”You’ve heard of Dominion industries before right?” How could I not? The industry ranked number one worldwide for its mineral resources with billions of dollars net worth and notorious for running shady businesses behind the scenes. “The CEO of dominion industries has been looking for an architect to rebuild his ancestral mansion.” He circled around me slowly.

He told me calmly that all the money in the joint account had been put into investments and could not be withdrawn. In the end, my mother never made it off the operating table because of complications. I finally understood the truth. It was not that the money could not be withdrawn. It had already been taken out and given to another woman to spend as she pleased. Keith looked at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Silvia, listen to me. Your mom's condition… The doctor said even if we paid, i-it still might not…" He was still trying to argue. I looked at the man in front of me and felt nothing but disgust and distance.