Novel & Cerita Bishop Library

“My daughter! Somehow, they’ve gotten to her. They say if I don’t spill the location of the diamond, she will disappear like my father.” I stare at him, but before I can say a word, our cell bangs open. “Micheal! Get it together, Bishop wants to see you!” “Who the fuck is Bishop?” I turn to Oliver. “It’s the Warden, Samuel Vale. This isn’t good, bruv. No one gets an audience with the Bishop for nothing, not unless he’s really interested in what you’ve got going on. Protect yourself, bruv. Rumour has it that he sticks his rod in men’s asses.”

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

I asked, knowing fully well the answer to the questions but wanting to hear what Bishop thought. He offered me a light smoke, understanding what I wanted. “Because you are not like them. Like him. Because you are not caught up in the past and because he is our business partner. He might have punched someone but I have studied him to know that he is not violent so Royals must have riled him up.” “Probably he knew about our partnership and used you to bait him. I have heard that the man is narcissistic and does not like women leading.” I blinked, not expecting Bishop to defend him like that.

, 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

"You've got a nice place." "What do you want?" I snap. I didn't intend to sound that way, but my emotions have been going on a rollercoaster since the start of the day. "I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm Luis Bishop." He extends a hand and my brows crease. Luis Bishop? That name isn't unfamiliar. Everyone knows the Bishop family and just last month, Luis Bishop ranked 30 under 30 hottest and wealthiest man. I must have been so disoriented not to recognise him.

I felt very relieved with what I had done this morning in restoring back the club's properties. Bishop stood in front of the bar like he was waiting for us. I got his call minutes ago wondering where everyone had gone to. "So, none of you cared to call me to join on the operation." He started when the rest of the club executives and I crashed at the bar. "Weren't you at Bang House?" Niko asked, sinking in one of the sofas, stretching his body. "What about that? I may be balls deep in the ass of a bitch, that doesn't mean, I wouldn't toss her away the second my club needs me." Bishop said.

Together, we shoved the gates wide enough to slip through. The world on the other side was different. Manicured lawns stretching out in perfect symmetry, marble statues gleaming in the weak light, fountains whispering over pools so clear they looked unreal. “This place…” Jaxon breathed, sweeping his gaze over the façade rising in the distance. “This is a goddamn palace.” He wasn’t wrong. The Bishops’ main house sat at the heart of it all, all white stone and tall columns, the kind of architecture that didn’t just say money — it said power. Wide marble steps led up to double doors big enough to drive a truck through.

"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.