Novel & Cerita The Red Priest

My response is swift and direct: "We've been in love with each other for years, but have just now come to grips with it. She's it for me, sir. I won't abandon her to the likes of Preston Vanderholt." "Alright, Stone, I get it. You're in deep with this girl. Just watch your back with Vanderholt. My sources say he's the heir apparent to the Red Bishops' secret society. Those are not people you want to fuck with." I frown, absorbing this information. "The Red Bishops? I thought they were just a myth." "I wish," Grayson says grimly. "They're real, and they're powerful. Vanderholt's old man is the leader. He’s gone missing, though. Rumor is Preston offed his own father to take his place."

“I know, Father. But it feels so good.” “Undoubtedly,” he said. “However, I have methods to help you purge self-pleasuring from your life. They are unconventional, but if you trust me we can get started. If at any time you want me to stop, just say red.” My eyes went wide. What kind of methods? What kind of purging? I was almost too afraid to ask. But then reason kicked in. He’s a priest, Megan, I told myself. It was probably something like reading the bible and saying the same prayer fifty times in a row. But what about the red thing? “Okay, umm,” I started uncomfortably, “What will I have to do?”

"Alexandra Bernard," Her eyes met the priest's as he called her name. She wasn't sure she heard a word of what he had been declaring earlier. The priest stretched his hand forward and she promptly placed her hand on his. "On this blessed occasion, I would be joining her hands together with this man beside her, Oliver Cole. The…" … … … Alexandra didn't hear another word as she was Dominus from the corner of her eyes, moving. The moon had almost become completely round, but what caught her attention was the change in it. Was the moon turning red?

Even more shocking was the sight of the three priests slumped on the floor, bloody, and a fourth priest, the one she knew from down the block, standing in her living room, looking at her, terrified. “What are you doing in our home?” Caitlin asked. “What happened here?” Caleb asked him. The priest looked shell-shocked, eyes open, mouth agape, as he slowly shook his head. He seemed too stunned to even speak. Caitlin walked through the mess, glass crunching beneath her feet, her eye attracted to a note she saw on the floor. She leaned down, picked it up, and with shaking hands began to read. “Caleb, look at this,” she said quickly.

Because, while the priest’s words make me want to tear him to pieces as well, we still need more. We need to know about his master. “And what will happen to you,” I say slowly as Roger winds himself back in. “When you are dead. Who will mourn you? This master to whom you’ve sold your life?” “The Master is nothing anymore,” the Priest says, his back almost literally against a wall now, and realizing that he’s out of space, he crouches and begins to prepare again, the fires that have never left his hands burning harder, hotter now. “The Master is gone now – he has his boy, and so our service to him is done. If I die today, it is the will of the Dark God. And I,” he says slowly now, his face li

The priest put up a hand to defend himself, and felt agonizing pain as the knife sank through his palm and came out the other side. “Ahh! Help! I’ve got a mad girl in my…!” the priest screamed, falling over backwards with Annabel on top of him. They crashed to the cool marble floor of the office, and his blood began to spread over it. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, this crimson source of life.

He stared at John, at the bruised cheek, the defiant eyes, the sheer, raw power radiating from the man he’d called a defect. "John?" Caleb’s voice broke. "I told you," John said, his voice cold as the Abyss. "In ten days, I'm a ghost. Don't look too hard, Caleb. You might not like what you find." He shoved past the stunned enforcer, disappearing into the fog of the docks. Back at the manor, the news was already spreading. The Red Savior had appeared again. The Don was ecstatic. The brothers were in awe. John sat in his basement cell, staring at the shattered remains of his life, listening to the family upstairs celebrate the man they didn't know they were killing.

It must have been styled by the top-most rank fashion brand. “How are you, Gigi. I hope you aren’t stressed out?” She asked, in a low voice. “No I’m not. I did nothing other than taking down some bottles of wines.” I chuckled. She took a glance at the empty bottles beneath the table, as she left out a shocking wow. A different priest walked up to the altar, he was dressed in a blue cloak which was laced with gold. His looks were screaming indescribable, his eyes were radiating just like the twinkles of the star. I never knew pack priest are this breathtaking.

The place was kept pristine and not a speck of dust could be found. He wasn’t a religious man, but he knelt and prayed for four straight hours, in an attempt to secure a miracle. He ran into a priest who was praying when he was about to descend the mountain. The priest pointed at him and mocked him, “No amount of prayer or donations is going to wash your sins away. The only way you can redeem yourself is by paying your debts in blood!” Then, the priest continued to murmur when he walked away, “There are countless unfaithful men in the world. How many among them are willing to sacrifice themselves for their wives and kids? How absurd! How ironic!”