Jj X Pope Novels & Stories

“Your dad hit you?” “Yeah.” She shrugged. “It was a long time ago. Pope got me out when I was eighteen. Me and him have been together forever.” Pope, her man. He had dropped her off four hours earlier, and though he hadn’t come in, I had seen their passionate embrace curbside. And he definitely didn’t look like any pope I had ever seen. “He seems like a nice...man,” I added lamely. “Oh, he's a devil, but he's mine you know? “

He is brasher, uglier, fatter. “That’s Jeffrey,” Joe whispers, then flashes a bright smile at the man. “Hey, Jeff. It’s so lovely for you to come.” Jeffrey hugs Joe, thumping him on the back. “Well, I watched you grow, it’s only right I’m here to celebrate you on this milestone.” He meets my eyes behind Joe’s back. “You must be Avery Pope. You are every bit as stunning as Gideon said you were. And I’d know because Gideon lies about everything but he isn’t lying here.”

Pope jeers, "Boy if you and your kookie family think it's that easy, you're gravely mistaken. This island will be a rotting wasteland when my lawyers are done with you!" Except for Mama, all my family members have faint smiles. Andrew gives a slight nod. Unbothered, I reply, "Whatever. Now you and your daughter get the fuck off of our property." "Daddy, he's lying! I've seen him change!" Deena yells. Shoving her with gritted teeth, Mr. Pope says, "Let's go, Deena." "Listen to me! You were right, Daddy! He's lying!" Snatching her closer, Mr. Pope hollers, "Stop being his fucking slut and go to the car!"

The president would speak about his interim plans. When Pope Adrian XVII passed away last night, there was no Christmas celebration and most religious leaders commiserate with the Catholic community, even the Muslims and Jews. The American president gave a long speech about it earlier this morning and he was deeply saddened by this tragedy. President Samuel Cooper was a devout Catholic and he was a friend of the pope, an awesome person with a big heart. The old man will be remembered. The world would surely miss this great person. The pope could prevent the war if he was still living. He could talk personally with the American president and ask him a favor. But the war was soon if not soones

She shrugs and I sighs in relief as she says, "I don't know...he just looks like you...well- "I'm going to stop you right there," My cheeks are bright red and my heart stammers, "Don't be ridiculous, Jayden. He's just helping me. We're friends. I told you already-he has answers about Leon that I need." She doesn't argue the point anymore, just let me climb into bed, "You want tea? I'll see if that kid can make it." "Is the Pope Catholic?" I smirk. She laughs, "I'll be right back."

Chris scolded Satio, who had pulled him immediately he had called Lena inside. Now Lena was gone. “She was with that spin man, so don’t fucking go near her,” he scolded, and Chris snorted. “She is my girlfriend; I have every right to go after her.” “You don’t get it; she just spoke with the pope right now. Do you know who a pope is?” Satio scolded, and Chris was confused. Wasn't a pope the head of the catholic church? “Yeah…yeah…he is the head of the mafia.”

People were being quite jolly around us and there was no sign of any unpleasantness on the horizon — which is exactly when the bastards like to strike. We wandered back to our inn with Flossie berating a stoic Dudley. Poor guy. “Don’t you think,” said Jenny, “that the Pope didn’t seem that bad?” “Really?” I said. “I’m not saying he isn’t faking everything and fooling those people into wasting their money, but compared to the other people we’ve met in his position, he was quite... I don’t know... cool.” “Cool? You think he was cool?” I didn’t really disagree with her, I just liked making her feel uncomfortable. I got to do it so rarely. “Are you thinking of joining his congregation?”

LOCATION : OFFICE OF THE POPE, NEW VATICAN TIME : 11:11PM DATE : 20TH FEBRUARY, 2077AD. Pope John is seen staring out the massive window at the back of his office, his gaze moved from the beautiful buildings that made up New Vatican to the starry skies above with several thoughts running through his head, he seems a bit uneasy with his hands placed behind his back and his face hung with a solemn expression on it. A knock is heard at the door and a response is given for whomever it was to come in after which the door knob is turned and Kirei walks in.

I quietly watch while Innocent tears into the food Tessa brought him. Kane is right outside the dining room, I can hear him pace up and down, feel the tension that rattles through him like bolts of electricity. A lot hinges on this scheme of his, which I have to admit might work if we can pull it off. “So, Miss Jones,” The Pope says and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “You surely had me fooled, didn’t you?” “Yes, I guess I did.”

"Yes, the Pope is the current Pope. But what is his name?" "Um, like, um. Um. Justin Bieber?" "What?" Sister Marjorie exploded. "What?" "Um, Justin Bieber. Right?" The girl looked at her innocently, or at least emptily. "No, that is not right. Why would you ever think that is right?" "I saw it on TV," Sienna replied, not at all moved by the nun's fury. "It said he was Top of the Popes." "Pops!" The nun erupted. "That boy is top of the pops!"