Priest Detective Books Novels & Stories

“That priest and the girl you're supposed to get secrets from. The girl who is our only chance at taking ownership of Stefano's port from the Russians… her father has leads and tabs on us, you're supposed to find out where they are and fucking destroy them! Not FUCKING play the saint’s job!” My jaw tightens but I remain composed. “You were told,” he repeats, leaning forward slightly, “that if anyone saw you… I mean anyone… you erase the problem.” There's silence for a second, before I break it. “The priest is dead,” I say evenly. “And the witnesses?” I don't answer.

Chapter 5 One week later… Damien Priest POV A week ago, at my wedding half of my guest were shot dead and I’ve yet to discover who was behind it. As frustrating as it is we have no leads either. I’ve been in New York since then because the police have been trying to find the culprits for that’s what Rowan believes. It seems as if the police are dragging their feet. “Mr. Priest, I found something, I think you might find interesting…” Daniel says.

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

the detective's voice was muffled by the reporters' voices, eagerly wanting to get a scoop for the crime scene. "But Detective Inspector, how was the priest killed? Was that a crime made by a man or it's the spirits? Was he possessed by the devil?" said the other reporter as he spoke simultaneously with the Detective. "But what about the mass killings? All of the people who went to the mass were killed, and the suspect runs free. Are the people safe, Detective Inspector?" "We don't know yet." Detective Inspector Michael Fox gave an exasperated sigh. There were no traces of the killer so the police were stressed out. "There's no suspect we have found yet, but we're looking for him...or her--

“…You…! To think you’d still behave so presumptuously even though you’re about to be done for!” growled the priest in anger. Before he could say anything else, however, the priest momentarily froze. Now staring-wide eyed at Gerald, the priest was able to somehow see flames reflected in Gerald’s eyes. He couldn’t look away, and shortly after, the priest began feeling a burning sensation on the soles of his feet… Following that, the priest screamed miserably before turning into nothing but dust in less than a second!

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

Still looking at the file, he took the picture and pay more attention to it letting his head and mind figure out the mystery of the death of the priest. Why will the chairman's wife killed the priest and what kind of thing could make such a huge mark at the Priest's neck region that actually caused his death. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he kept looking at pictures of the dead priest. Paying keen attention on the picture, his phone rang, 'director AZ' was the caller, Abraham signs as he picks the calls. "hello director" he said "Hello sir, how are you doing sir" the caller said "Good and you?

“Now, onto the second order of business: Jeff. We’ve all been assuming he’s just an errand boy, but it’s more complicated than that. He has more money and property than someone in his position should. He could be his own boss if he wanted.” Leonardo's eyes narrowed in thought. “Which means working for the priest isn’t about money. It’s about something else.” Arya nodded. “Exactly. And since the priest happens to be Ricardo’s horrible horrible father—no offense, Ricardo—it’s not surprising that Jeff’s role is more significant than we first thought.” Ricardo’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. The mere mention of his father was enough to darken his mood. Rob chimed in, his brow furrowed.

"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."