Novel & Cerita Bishop Library

"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

We didn’t talk much on the way back. At the safehouse, Bishop collapsed onto the couch like it was the first real surface he’d touched in months. His hands trembled when he reached for the glass of water I shoved at him. “She’s building something,” he said finally. “Something bigger than what you think.” “Details,” I said. He shook his head. “I never saw it all, just snippets. Shipments in and out, not just weapons but people. Names I recognized,names I thought were dead. She’s pulling ghosts back into the light.”

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.

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.”

His words flowed smoothly and confidently and made him seem much older and more imposing than he previously looked. Mr. Bishop seemed to mull over the younger man's advice and after a few moments consideration, he aquaised. "Yes, you are correct. I should see to my daughter. The sooner we are rid of your kind from Salem," he glared in Elizabeth's direction, "the sooner she will forever be free from your devilish bewitchments". Mr. Bishop moved especially close to shout his final curses at her, and Elizabeth's hands began to shake within their restraints. She was shocked to feel the young witchfinder's thumb graze over the pulse point on her slender wrist in what could be interpreted as a rea

She wouldn't engage in a verbal battle with her. The current bishop of Bonheur was over eighty years old. Before becoming a monk, he had been a renowned scholar full of worldly knowledge and talents. He had a profound understanding of human nature. After facing many twists, turns, and difficulties in life, he eventually saw through the secular world and became a monk. He currently presided over the temple's affairs, entirely devoted to God, becoming a highly respected senior monk. Upon learning that the Prime Minister's mansion was coming to offer prayers to God, the elderly bishop led his fellow monks and personally went outside to welcome them.

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.

"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.”