Bishop Library Novels & Stories

They encircled she and Bishop and they all walked together, across into the club which had a sign on it stylized in neon lights: Gettin' Stoned. As they walked inside the club, Chelsea noticed Bishop on high alert, his eyes darting about behind his shades. They walked through the club, each and every person parting or making way for their passage. Most eyes went to Chelsea but she acted at ease. They got to a door that had guards stationed beside it. "Bishop" they greeted. "Is he around?" Bishop asked. "He's with a client, sir" one of the guards greeted. Bishop raised his eyebrows. The man immediately regretted saying what he said.

"It's not safe here. We need to get her back to the North but first I need to bury… I need to bury Alpha Roffe Barther and my brother. I also need everyone here to know I'm taking charge." "Should we gather the entire pack to the Arena?" Bishop said. "Yes, thanks. The message I intend to pass would be best passed at the arena right after I set the funeral pyre on fire. York and Caineghis with Ghost are out there now gathering the rats left behind by Mauro. I will let them know to meet us in the arena." "I will make the necessary arrangements," Bishop said. "Take Grieg and everyone with you, including the southern pup…." "My name is Nigel," Nigel said.

"Shush. We're getting divorced anyway. I don't care who you go to events with. It's not my business." Hera bit her lip, trying to hold back a grimace. Her friends had heard enough. "Excuse me! Grimwald, was it? Ms. Bishop is the most beautiful and promising young woman we've ever met in business. How dare you speak to her like that?" Stan interjected. "Do you even realize how important that event was? Or how important the Forum today is? The fact that she brought you instead of someone else should tell you everything. Isn't that enough proof? What more do you want?" Verrnon Levi chimed in.

When thirty minutes passed, he was taken to the office of the bishop. The office was a large one, the largest room in the building. The office was also well furnished and equipped, it was beautiful. Though he has been in that office countless times, he was still nervous when he went inside the office. Maybe it was because if what he was about to do or it was because of the stern face of the bishop. The bishop was an old Colombian man, round and stout. Accompanying his looks, the man had a stern face and never smiled. Even when he saw Bruno enter his office, he did not smile at the priest.

“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?”

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.