Pope Is A Rockstar Artinya Novels & Stories

“Please welcome, the man on God’s right hand, the pope bringing you hope, His Eminence Tupooooooor Haisman.” The cheering and whistles were enthusiastic without being all Nuremberg about it. The Pope came out to the lip of the stage (which was the top lip of the skull the temple was in the shape of) and raised both arms in acknowledgement. The music died down but kept going so you could keep your feet tapping or, as in Flossie’s case, keep swinging your hips.

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.”

Is he giving me a chance? The Pope slams his hand down on the table. “You will acknowledge me, witch.” I jerk and my chair skids backward, away from the table. “I apologise, Pope.” I purposefully slur my words so they’ll think I’m still drugged up. “It’s hard--” I tap the side of my head --“to think.” The Pope looks at Lester. “You drugged her?” “It’s the standard procedure, Pope.”