Bishop Library Novels & Stories

As always, she stayed in the battlefield while I ran away like a coward to save my fucking life. After the death of the bishop, the church was called the broken church. Adrian killed him in the church and did not let anyone bury him. Just like Eve was never buried. If I ever knew that my small mistake would cause her this much pain, I would never have done that. But it was too late to do anything.

“We stick to the original plan.” Several heads nodded. “Bishop wants a war.” “We don’t give him the one he’s expecting.” I walked over to the map spread across the workbench and planted both hands against the steel surface. “We’re not hitting his clubhouse.” “We’re not chasing his men through Greystone.” I looked around the room. “We hit his money.” “Bishop owns half the businesses keeping his operation alive. Garages, warehouses, gambling rooms, storage buildings, transportation routes, repair shops.”

the bishop continued while, taking a break to ensure there was no one against the union. "Well,in the absence of none,I present to you Mr and Mrs Weston's,you may now kiss the bride" the bishop said after waiting for close to 5 minutes and seeing that there was nobody again the Union. I locked my lips with Aneesa immediately the bishop declared us as husband and wife and I could not deny the sensation that immediately filled my entire being the moment I did so. I saw Aneesa's cheeks flush up to deeper shade of pink, obviously shy at fact that I was kissing her in the presence of the whole congregation.

She slid interior, the seats warming her foot as she held up for the car to heat. The Bishop’s domain was beautiful with advanced undercurrents, arranged on an scope of lavish arrive butting up against the neighborhood nation club. The adjacent golf course gave the impression of more grounds, making it troublesome to observe where one property finished and the Bishop’s started. She enjoyed that his house was so near to hers—well, her father’s.

"I'll slit her throat." Bishop stopped and backed away. He looked towards the window, his expression one of anger and impatience. Henry's lycans could be heading to silver dawn at that moment. He couldn't let them capture him. "I'm sure this woman means something to you, since you didn't tell me to go ahead and slit her throat." "Just tell me who the fuck you are." Bishop snarled. He didn't give a fuck about Victoria, but he needed her. She would be useful to him.

Or wanted him. I didn’t know which. The bishop didn’t notice. He only saw Ezreal. His panic swallowed the room. “P‑please,” Bishop Conrad stammered, hands trembling. “Please, Santa Nero, I… I didn’t…I'll renounce my membership. I swear—” Ezreal walked closer, slow, calm, terrifying. “Your loyalty isn’t my concern.” The bishop fell to his knees anyway. His voice broke. “Please… my son—he has nothing to do with this. I’ll give you anything—just spare him.”

The bishop adjusted his seat and leaned closer. "I am a bishop of honor and prestige and i will not seat and watch these two great virtues go down the drain all because of some pesky political ambition" "I understand. The president however has endorsed me as his candidate and he is the highest power holder in the country. So, why can't you do the same respectfully?" Venom asked, folding his arms and watching the bishop. "I already told you before, the church is not a political platform for you to trade" Venom stood up to his feet and walked up to the Bishop.

Leah reached out, resting her hand gently over mine. “You just need grounding,” she said softly. “Your own home. A safe place.” Something hot and sharp twisted in my chest. Before I could unpack that feeling, the bishop spoke again. “Thank you, Leah.” She squeezed my hand once, kindly, then slipped out of the office. The door clicked shut. And suddenly the room felt… smaller. Bishop Daniel’s gaze fixed fully on me. “I know about James,” he said. The affliction may be worsening,” he continued calmly, “because you are approaching relief.”

Bishop began to shake his head as he stood and moved to the bar to pour himself another drink, downing it with one chug again, before he turned to me and said, “But if I was stronger, the Dark Prince would be dead, my sister and her child would have nothing to worry about, along with you, Sabrina would still be alive, and Tonya wouldn’t be pregnant with our child that I am scared to death that I have passed something onto.” With that confession now from Bishop, I now knew why he was acting the way he was. He was just as concerned about his child as I was with my own being born into this world with the Dark Prince still alive. Yes, he was upset with his mother in-law’s death, but the one thin