Pope From Outer Banks Novels & Stories

“I can step down. I won’t contest the post of parish priest or Pope. Godfather can have it. P-Please.” Jonas hopes he can buy time. A minute or more. Enough for an officer to pass by. Enough for Declan the 'Criminal Killer' to arrive. “Nice distraction.” Dakor edges closer. “Yes, you’re right. Il Padrino wants to be pope. But we also want to know what they found. You’re fully aware we have no associate in the police. Declan’s a bitch. So you either join them or tell me what they found? Il tuo tempo sta per finire, Papà.” (You’re running out of time, Father.)

"Let's go inside." After a few seconds, both of them appeared inside the cathedral. Minerva glanced around her as she saw large mosaics. Moreover, the interior was built with white and gold that looked simple, but extravagant. Right in the center, there stood a beautiful tall woman that was dressed in a white long robe. Furthermore, she had a white veil on her head and a scepter on her right hand. "That's Winter," her father said, "The Pope of this generation." Minerva was astonished by her father's words. What?! That beautiful tall woman was the famed Pope?!

a raspy voice echoed from the darkness of the corridor. The Pope stepped inside. His pristine white robes would soon be stained. Behind him, two high-ranking priests carried trays filled with ritual implements, which naturally included a new whip tipped with obsidian thorns. "Were you happy out there?" Elenor did not answer. Her head hung limply in resignation, her usually beautiful brown hair now matted with sweat and dried blood. "How many times did that demon touch you?" The Pope drew closer, gripping Elenor’s chin with a hold so brutal it compressed her jawbone. "You are a sacred vessel. How dare you flee with a vile monster and think God would not find you?"

"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!"

Pope, dressed in nondescript work clothes, felt every eye on him as he entered. Carlo Rossi was at a back booth, a grizzled man in his sixties with a face like weathered driftwood and eyes that missed nothing. Two hulking longshoremen flanked him. Pope approached, his throat tight. “I’m looking for Carlo. I have a delivery from… the Snow Queen.” Rossi’s eyes narrowed. He gestured for Pope to sit. One of the bodyguards patted him down roughly, finding the USB drive.

The Creftus is no longer can be seen and the other two monsters are both lying on the ground, dead. "We have to speak with Chairman Frost to allow us to go to the Holy See. If this mantis is indeed from the temple, and his father is the one who is now holding the title of the Pope, then that's mean, the real Pope is still alive." Automatically, I return my gaze to Alistair when he spoke. "That's possible but, if we suddenly go there without preparations, it'll be our loss." Jevro answered.

SEVEN YEARS LATER “The Pope!”. Don Vito nodded. “Why would the Pope be attending the celebration? I thought the church was against the mafia?”, Leonardo asked. “Oh yeah, true. That’s what everyone else thinks but I know what goes on in the background”, Don Vito said. Leonardo needed a while to wrap his head around things. The Pope was in some sort of business relationship with his grandfather who was widely known as the mafia Don. Impossible. “I refuse to believe you have business with the Pope of the Catholic Church”, Leonardo shook his head.

“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? “