Sin Archbishop Of Envy Novels & Stories

“Very well. Let check on the priest and the paperwork.” Hearing these vile creatures talk about this as a business arrangement continued to make me sick. I had to nod and laugh as Archer told each despicable joke. Thinking that he was going to get his bride pregnant tonight brightened his mood. He was amused with himself and his current predicament. “Now, Mandy, she’s a woman and my favorite to play with. She can bend, twirl, opens wide to take me anywhere, and begs for every stroke of the heaviest cane. She is full of fire and lust. But my little wife. She’s a cold thing. I doubt she’ll say a word. I’ll have to pry her legs open and squeeze into her tight virgin cunt. I will enjoy the bloo

The Archbishop is looking at us with his ghastly green eyes. “Are you not too quick to mention gloom on such a happy occasion, Archbishop?” The Empress Regent says, and I can hear the distaste in her voice “Forgive me, Your Majesty.” The Archbishop’s gaze doesn’t move an inch “It’s just that I was hoping to hear a word from the sorcerer hunter himself, to settle the hearts of the people.” What’s this old man’s game? I barely hold back from frowning at him. “If His Majesty the Emperor allows, I shall gladly speak on the matter.” Zen says, sounding regal and calm

I mentally cringed a little while we continued our way straight towards the grand living room, where the other archangels were supposed to be. Only once we’ve reached the doors, two distinct masculine voices could be heard arguing, “So...turns out Father’s favourite, most obedient child isn’t so obedient after all...” “Oh come on, brother. You wouldn’t be saying words like these if you ever learned how it feels like...” “YES, WHY DON’T WE ALL FALL IN LOVE AND PROCREATE SO WE COULD JUST DESTROY THE WHOLE BLOODY UNIVERSE! ’CAUSE THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER, WOULDN’T IT?”

They'd walked a while, the missing arrow long forgotten, before he realized they were headed straight for the Bishop's mansion. She'd come in unescorted from the gate, which meant she had a pass of some sort. He doubted it was a royal pass. But it had to be a pass. An appointment perhaps. "Why are you here, Sister?" he asked. "I have a message for the Archbishop." He hadn't known the envoy from the church was still around. He'd thought them gone after the meeting. Now he wondered if the king and his entourage were still in the cathedral somewhere. Unlikely. They attend graver matters than the church, he reasoned. Perhaps it has to do with the unsouled. Word travels fast. Hoping to gain some

Her beauty was breathtaking, as if a real angel had descended, and her holy power rivaled that of a god. Lysander looked at the photo with deep respect. Beneath that reverence, however, was a carefully hidden trace of affection. A Vindicator walked into the command tent and said, "Sir, the Archbishop requests your presence." Lysander hurriedly put the photo away, secretly annoyed. If anyone saw him gazing so intently at Arya's image, it would be over for him. The Cathedral and the Pope did not allow something as profane as love to touch Arya.

The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her. But the man speaking wasn’t a mafia boss. He was hot, tall—yes. But he was also a priest. A fucking hot priest. One I lusted for. Obsessed over. The one who made me touch myself at night, desperate and aching in ways I never thought I could. Enzo Romano. A walking sin wrapped in holiness. Long black hair he tied back into a ponytail, piercing gray eyes that looked right into your soul, and features so divine they made you believe God really did have favorites.

In the center, a single chair, retrofitted with comm sensors—thinking – an interrogation hub. But there was nobody seated. Lucien raised an eyebrow. "Architect?" he called softly. A man stepped out of the shadows. He wore tailored charcoal with matte lapels. The same intense stare. He nodded—tall, mid-forties, stern calm. "Lucien Marchesi." He looked at Seraphina. "And you." Lucien crossed his arms. "Who are you?" The man offered his hand. "Call me Archer." Archer's tone was polished, not cocky—more educated, calm.

He moved forward, step by step, until he stood directly before Evryn. “I am the Architect. The Incept. The origin of your Flame.” A silence settled that was heavier than any noise. The Architect turned to the false Evryn. “You were an echo given form. A test. But you are flawed. Impure.” The false Evryn sneered. “And yet I survived.” “Because she allowed it,” the Architect said, nodding to Evryn. “Because she is the Convergence.” Evryn’s voice trembled. “What do you want from me?”

“I didn’t know you were in Dubai.” “The Vatican takes an interest in all of God’s creation, Joseph,” the Archbishop said, his voice warm and mellifluous. “Even its boardrooms.” His gentle eyes turned to Davidson. “And you must be the young man causing all the stir. Davidson Ekon. I’ve heard much about you.” Davidson shook the offered hand, surprised by the strength in the old man’s grip. “Your Excellency.” “I knew your grandfather,” the Archbishop said softly. “A good man. A man of profound faith. He would be… curious… to see the path his grandson is walking.”

The other one tried to give more detailed information, “The archbishop forbade those who followed Armadale Brownfur’s teaching and strayed themselves into the dark path, to enter this holy place.” Jeremiah let out a small gasp, ‘Amy, you never told me that you’re so popular for the wrong reason!’ ‘What can I say, I was so great back then it makes these white crawlers so jealous of me,’ Armadale whispered. Jeremiah rolled his eyes, but he chose not to argue with the book. The white priests instantly frightened when Engram gave them a killing stare, “I hope you don't take it personally, Sir Paladin,” one of them said.