Bishop Library Novels & Stories

"You are right. Even a noble and great person like you would not be able to unite the entire Peerless Dragon Gate in such a short period of time, much less a mere prince of Sunfall Empire." "The current Sunfall Empire can't even take back the gold that was lost in the Bermuda, let alone the support of the whole Holy Court of Europe. His Highness Allen only got the support of Holy Court of Europe Bishop in Red. It is said that the Archbishop is behind the Bishop in Red. As for whether the Archbishop supports him or not, I'm not sure." "Red-robed Bishop?" When Yang Xiao heard this familiar name, he suddenly frowned. Gong Ling'er immediately said temptingly, "Yang Xiao, do you know this Bishop

“At least, if you feel fit to make that little trip tomorrow.” “You will need to do some shopping, while I talk to the bishop.” “ We will have returned the same evening, and we will get married the next day... which reminds me that I must also warn Mr.Hayes, our rector…” “Next day?” “The sooner the better, don't you think? I have met the bishop in the past, a man named Bennett ward. He is a bit dry, but has an open mind. It seems unlikely to me that he never crossed paths with your father. What do you think?”

Bishop warned. “Noted. And thank you.” Bishop nodded and continued on. He didn’t seem the type for empty compliments, so I readily accepted his. After a few more common areas, we turned to the private portion of the palace. Bishop explained there were suites for visiting dignitaries and members of the royal family. “The king’s family?” I squeaked out. “For lack of a better word,” Bishop answered with a grimace. I decided not to press it; I’m pretty sure I wasn’t going to like the answer.

The boardroom of the Bishop Group felt less like a center of commerce and more like a gladiatorial arena where the spectators had already decided on the execution. Chloe Bishop sat at the far end of the long, polished mahogany table, her silhouette framed by the sprawling city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. To the men sitting around her, she was a remnant of a dying dynasty, a "princess" whose crown was being melted down before her very eyes.

from the men at all times within the building. Earlier this evening, within the sanctuary of his penthouse apartment, Bishop koldo Myositis had packed a small travel beg and dressed in a traditional black cassock. Normally, he would have wrapped a purple cincture around his waist, but tonight he would be traveling among the public, and he preferred not to draw attention to his high office. Only those with a keen eye would notice his 14-karat gold bishop's ring with purple amethyst, large diamonds, and hand-tooled mitre-crozier appliqué. Throwing the travel bag over his shoulder, he said a silent prayer and left his apartment, descending to the lobby where his driver was waiting to take him t

the calm, familiar voice mumbled from inside the room. Dom twisted the door knob and opened it gently with a silent creak, “Come on,” Dom nodded, gesturing to me to step into the room. I hesitated for a while then I finally walked into the room. But it turns out to be an office. Bishop was seated at the centre of the room with a cigarette tugged at the middle of his fingers. I coughed softly the moment I inhaled the smoke into my lungs. Bishop noticed I wasn't comfortable with the cigarette smoke, so he Immediately pressed the tip of the cigarette onto the ashtray on his table.

Bishop explained. "Cut the mushy crap and get on with it." One of the brothers yelled out. Bishop gave them a death glare. "I moved here to get to know my dad's club. And to be with you. This may be moving at the speed of lighting, but when you know, you know." He opened the box. Inside was a women's Property Of Bishop cut. Paris gasped. Then she reached over to touch it. He took it out of the box then handed to box to someone.

When I saw the building in front of me, I could not help but ask in confusion, “Is the banquet being held here?” This building looked more like a hair salon. Bishop stopped in his tracks abruptly. I was in a daze for a moment and bumped right into his back. I rubbed my nose as I questioned him, “Why did you stop?” Bishop scoffed. “What makes you think I’d take someone like you to a banquet? To embarrass myself?” “Can’t you stop being sharp-tongued?” “I don’t have to say nice things to you,” he said sarcastically. He then lifted his foot and crossed the doorsill.

"I am the Duke of Essex and I will not run off with my tail between my legs. We will avoid Blankenship if possible, and if we cannot, he will be dealt with." There were nods all around the table. "Ashton, can you arrange for the ceremony to be at St. George's in Hanover Square?" That was all the rage in London now. It was a lovely church, well known for its impressive front portico supported by six tall Corinthian columns and a tower just behind the portico, near enough to the League's various residences that the trip would not prove risky. Ashton grinned. "I suppose. I do have some pull with the bishop. He owes me a favor ever since that incident last year, during Michaelmas, you know." The