Sin Archbishop Of Envy Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

“And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--” “But through the daughters of the Archer bloodline.” Calyx gulped when she realized who spoke. It was Theodavian. She looked at him and nodded her head. He nodded and continued: “Yes, we’re familiar with the Archer Legacy. It’s also now been prophesized that the Slayer is a part of the Chosen Ones’ prophecy made by the great Shayla Seer.” “I-I am aware of that,” she stammered. She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends.

The archbishop continues, ''Who giveth this woman to be married to this man? My father takes my right hand before giving it towards the archbishop in which the archbishop slowly gives towards Emery. Once my hand meets his, I instantly feel the warmth radiating—soothingly calming me down in a way it should be. Then, he turns slightly to face me with a small smile on his face and I do the same; trying to hide the blush from appearing on my cheeks. Thankfully to the blushers, it won't seem like I'll be red as a tomato. At least, people will think that it's makeup.

But the world outside did not pause for their devotion. Miles away, in the labyrinthine silence of the Cathedral Archives, Archpriest Dominic Vermont was hunched over a desk illuminated by a glowing data-terminal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the latest intelligence reports. The lines of text spelled out a trajectory of suspicion”whispers of a powerful, spectral benefactor moving in the shadows of the Vesper Estate, and the alarming proximity of his daughter to the center of the heresy.

"You look like a million-dollar inheritance. Let them stare. It keeps them focused on your face and off the hidden gear." I smoothed my hand over his sleeve, playing the part of the devoted, high-society partner. "Are you sure the Archbishop is even here?" "He's here," Enzo replied smoothly, guiding me through the sea of silk and tailored wool toward the VIP mezzanine. "A man like Archbishop Laurent doesn't miss a humanitarian gala. It's where he collects his blood money under the guise of orphan relief."

"I told you I would destroy the cage. Look around you. The world belongs to us today." "I am only looking at you, Adrian," she whispered back, a beautiful, tearful smile breaking through her composure. The Archbishop raised his hands, preparing to initiate the sacred liturgy, when a sudden, soft murmur traveled through the pews of the Manhattan elite. The tense, high-society atmosphere of the cathedral instantly softened into a wave of suppressed chuckles and adoring whispers.