Priest Detective Books Novels & Stories

He peered through his fingers at his hardness and groans. “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” He scoffs, “That’s never going to happen.” “Then I won’t stop. Although, i wonder, how do you intend on dealing with the hardened cock?” “It’s none of your business.” “It’s all of my business if it was caused by me. I should help.”

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

“Yeah, I met him a couple of days ago after I came back from Scarsdale with Sophia. Some assholes held up the gas station we were in. One of the gunmen shot the clerk and was about to hurt Sophia when I interfered. I stabbed one in the chest and shot another one. The detective was the one in charge of the investigation. Why are you asking me who he is, Priest?” Priest exhales angrily. “Because the detective is doing some pretty extensive research on you. Our system tagged him when he sent out a request for an investigation into his military background. Why the fuck is this guy so interested in you?” I turn the steering wheel roughly as I make my way to the police station. “I don’t know, man.

He sauntered towards it, now gripping his gun even more tightly. His eyebrows furrowed when he heard faint voice, continuously talking in an unfathomable and barely audible language. He slowly pushed the door open and peered through the gap. His eyes widened when he saw a nun standing beside a body that seemed unconscious, it’s clothes soaked in blood. The detective was stunned on his feet, carefully not creating a sound that will make his presence known, he slid through the door. The nun’s eyes were closed while her both hands lifted in the air, a brown rosary tied in her hand.

The bishop was openly furious. Victor suddenly has to control the urge to kill the other man as he smells him as the attacker of that girl. He looked directly at Annie; her eyes were dark in worry. He then turns to face the bishop and his nun. He realized he doesn’t like either of them as he senses deception and trickery within them. “I the head of the priest accuse this man of hunting and killing innocent virgins. I followed him and discovered where he hides the bodies. As no one dares to enter the woods of mistiness I gathered my courage and discovered a broken Sally.”

"Important documents." His expression darkened. "Evidence connected to several powerful families." Damien folded his arms. "And your suspicion?" Father Benedict laughed softly. A humorless sound. "My suspicion became certainty." The room grew even quieter. Because certainty meant proof. Proof meant danger. The priest looked down at his hands. "Your mother discovered the theft." Elyra's chest tightened. The sadness in the priest's voice was impossible to miss now. "She wanted to expose it." "I begged her to be careful."

The parish church next door stood dark, its doors locked, its stained-glass saints blind to what was about to happen in the small stone room behind the sacristy. Father Damien, thirty-two, lean, dark-haired, always impeccably groomed, sat in his black cassock with the top three buttons undone. His Roman collar lay discarded on the desk like a shed skin. In front of him: an old leather-bound book he had found sealed in the crypt during last year’s restoration, its pages brittle, its Latin script jagged and profane. He had told himself this was research. Academic curiosity. A priest studying demonology to better combat it.

I retaliated quickly. "You just got lucky with that missing kid and with Danilo Proctuso, remember that." Guzman tried to act tough. "Yeah? How about you? The self-proclaimed golden boy. What have you done so far? Well, aside from doing inventory at the evidence room, huh?" Chris was about to turn his back on Guzman when he speaks. "I don't do inventory; I'm the newest detective of this station. You got that?" Guzman said, full of pride.

It’s already eight o’clock in the morning and the church was already full during the first mass and the Father started his preaching. Detective Kathy listened carefully as the priest preached. "Two innocent contestants!" The priest yelled at his mic. "They died because of the money. That money controls those contestants who are deeply in financial trouble. This is all the devil's work. He knows our weakness and he enjoys watching those remaining contestants die one by one. Now brothers and sisters, don’t let that money control you and your greediness. May those souls rest in peace. " Detective Kathy impressed the preach as they stood and recited the apostle’s creed.

It was as if she read my mind. Scared to show too much reaction to her comment I just subtly nodded. “Doesn’t it bother you?” She asked quite bluntly and once again I was impressed with her boldness. I looked up again taking in my friend and recognizing their warm faces that were now still as if they were soldiers at war and again nodded. “Did you have a question I could assist you with Red Priestess?” The High Priestess interjected and likely noting my subtle nods and again ignoring Sarah, the Red Priestess’s request, to be addressed by just her name.