Bishop Library Novels & Stories

He ordered and she followed. ☆☆☆☆☆ Violetwall Town Town Missionary Baptist Church CRUSH! Their boots crushed broken woods and bricks beneath as they walk into the church, the citadel itself was entirely deformed and on getting there, it was solemnly occupied by authorities. Men in sheriff outfits watching and observing what caused the break but as soon as Bishop Daimon, Amelia, Scott and Bella walk in, a man rushed towards them. "Thank Christ!" The man shouted on approaching the bishop.

He spared Liam a glance. Just one. And in that single look, I saw Liam shrink. “You’ve served your purpose,” the Bishop said calmly. “Your work here is done.” Something broke in Liam’s face. He moved closer, desperation clawing through his fear. “You promised me,” he said, voice cracking. “You promised I’d get what was mine. That she’d live.” The Bishop stopped. Slowly, he turned his head. Then, without even touching him, he flicked his wrist and the air exploded.

She smiled down reassuringly. "Good afternoon Mrs. Sweeny and Immaculata," she greeted them with affected friendliness, "won't you come in. His Grace is expecting you." They dipped their fingers in the small holy water font just inside the doorway and performed the mechanical ritual of blessing themselves, flicking their hands from forehead to heart, then to left and to right shoulder, before following the elegantly clad housekeeper down the corridor. As they had expected, the interior of the striking building, known to some as the Bishop's "palace", was virtually a museum of church art and ritual, crammed with religious pictures and marble statues on plinths, ancient-looking leather bound b

Now I have to do this as a business lady. “Do you think I should do it?” I asked Bishop for the umpteenth time. He glanced up from the tab in his hands. “Everyone is expecting you to cut ties with Brian. Especially, the Royals. If you do that, you know that you are leaving Brian to the mercy of that egoistic man. So do what your head is telling you to do.” He advised. I sighed. What exactly was I thinking? That he would sway me? God knows that Bishop thought like a businessman, always after the betterment of the empire.

Please, this way. Sophia and Miranda left the room first, followed by Hussein. The bishop was the last to step forward, taking deliberate steps. Before crossing the threshold, he turned back to Amal, his voice heavy with the weight of fate: "Pray to the Lord, Amal... always pray."

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.

, she woke to an empty bed.The sheets beside her were cold. She found Dominic in the surveillance room a space she’d only seen once, filled with monitors showing feeds from around the city. He was watching Marcus’s movements: the rented apartment, the meetings with lawyers, the increasingly desperate phone calls to men who wouldn’t answer.But one screen caught her eye.Not Marcus. A different feed. A camera inside a building she didn’t recognize a large, ornate interior. Stained glass. Wooden pews. Candlelight.A church.And at the altar, kneeling with his head bowed, was a man in black vestments. White hair. Thin shoulders. The posture of prayer, but something about the angle of his body the w

"I wasn't sure you would. But here you are." His fingers tightened painfully on mine. "No bombs today. No fires. No interruptions. Just you and me and the rest of our lives." I stared at the white silk of his lapel. Couldn't look at his face. The Bishop began speaking. His voice echoed off the stone walls, formal and ancient. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." The words washed over me. Love. Honor. Commitment. Sacred bonds. The cathedral felt like it was shrinking. The walls pressing closer. The ceiling lowering. Five hundred people breathing the same air until there wasn't enough left.

Aurelia, Tang Sai, and Ayasu stared at the great cathedral. They had temples back home, but this mountain of stone and glass was a marvel of architecture. The trio donned religious robes and slipped past the guards with ease. Aurelia scowled at the death moth banners. Why would the bishop continue to worship the living darkness? The inside was almost a replica of Carmen's temple on the island, except it smelled better. People lined the pews with their heads bowed in prayer and said nothing to the heroic trio. They padded toward the rear entrance. They were ten feet away when the bishop entered the main chamber. He stood behind the twisted Pulpit and cleared his throat.

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.