Novel & Cerita Priest Detective Books

said Count Clodis with a smug grin " I know that you want to protect Lady Chelsea but now the saintess has the backing of the church , you can no longer protect the murderer!" " I see " said Rogue coldly then he turned at the air beside him to look at the thin air beside him " Your holiness do you agree with this ?" The air shimmered and a man in white and blue robes and appeared " This is the first time , I have seen such a magic, if it was this easy to catch a culprit , what's the need for evidences ?" " You- your holiness you - you are back ?" when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

I'd come for him. Father Damien Cross, the mysterious priest everyone talked about but nobody really knew, the man with the dark past and strong hands who'd supposedly done unspeakable things before finding God. I wanted to see if the rumors were true, wanted to know what kind of man could make married women blush just by saying mass.

"What can I do for you?" "Reverend, I'm going to be direct to you. We need your help for a bible passage. Our CI left this clue before he was killed by an unidentified hitman," Detective Javier explained before showing the letter to the priest. "We think that message was connected to how the hitman would kill our witness. The CI was Catholic so we figured he knew the Bible well," he continued. The Reverend looked for his bible on the shelf. When he got it, he opened it and searched for the passage.

Chapter 30: The Alibi (Part-1) Back to the crime scene where Rosalinda’s dead body was found, Jeremiah Brownfur and Tobias Duskfall told the Archbishop the evidence that they discovered, it made Father Joseph Princely certain that the murderer was indeed a white priest.

- Have you been promoted? she asked, really interested. - Yes. I recently made detective. I start today. With your boss, by the way. 'Interesting.' She thought before taking Will's glass and Peter putting his on the base where coffee drops and fills the glass. - Will you be with Will on his cases? - 'Only one. 'I have to go, I'll talk to you around. Peter said goodbye with a gentle smile. She smiled back, getting the impression that something was going on and it involved the organization she works for. 'I need to keep an eye out.'

Hearing the unlocking of the door, Sara -properly dressed this time- stood up from her chair and headed toward the door to take her breakfast. opening the door, she was met with Patrick's friendly face, the mid aged priest in the long hooded grey robe wasn't one of the twelve high priests that formed the holy council, but still had quite the reputability due to his amiable character and friendly behavior, even towards her. he didn't act as repulsive and disturbed by her presence like the other priests, but rather polite and patient all while keeping his distance.

A man with an orange goatee and a brown fedora boomed behind the marble countertop of the bar and I felt the muscles in my face relax, thinking how Darlene used to be able to do that for me. Say something dumb or some stupid joke to make me smile, when all I wanted to do was curl up somewhere and expire. “We’ve got much to discuss my friend,” Priest said as I settled into the leather stool behind me, slamming the waiting drink home and ignoring the fond sparkle in his eyes as he leaned in to look up at me. Priest was one of the elites in the mafia ring, a man equal shades friendly as he was deadly. A friend. A good friend. “Need a smoke?” Priest chipped, holding out the gold metal of a light

"And apparently, he's kidnapping priests now." Sofia froze mid-flip, giving me a sharp look. "What?" I sighed. "Long story," I breathed. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this priest go by the name Father Elijah?" I blinked, unsure. "I haven't exactly heard the details." "It has to be him. He's causing some kind of uprising against top mafia dons. He says he wants to exorcise their souls and chase out the devil." My eyes went wide. "W-what do you mean? How long has this been going on for?" I asked her.

That Priest was acting fidgety that morning when he got into the room felt suspicious, and just as he was about to ask questions of what the fuck got into his ass, he had broken his intentions to him. What might have occurred? Had he misplaced his Bible? Certainly not his crucifix, as Kyra informed him that Adler took it from her to give it to Priest, and everything happened the same morning he left... It was taking a whole lot of brain cells to decipher what the hell was going on. He sat beside her, pulling the plate into her face, "Get some skin on you; boney people are an eye sore in the manor; come on, I spent time whipping this up."