Alan Moore Novel Novels & Stories

“A good suggestion, but no.” “Besides, Marcel Damiano is helping us out,” Jonathan sneered. “The future second walking around dressed as a woman, and not even a respectable woman - a flamboyant slut in short and too-tight dresses. The Morrison pack are watching on in horror and wondering what their future holds if Reid Morrison doesn’t look beyond his friendship and come to his senses that Marcel Damiano is not suitable as a second.”

The thought of Amora, his gentle, sweet Amora lying in another Alpha’s bed, giving another man the children that should have been theirs, was a torment worse than death. "No," Duncan whispered, his voice trembling as he shook his head in absolute denial. "No, I don't believe you. My wolf... my wolf knows his own blood. I can feel it in the air." "You feel what you want to feel because you are drowning in your own regrets, Mr. Alonso," Amora said coldly, turning her back on him. "Now, get off my property. You are no longer welcome in Norwood Green." Amora turned toward the bakery door, her silk apron swirling around her legs as she prepared to walk away from him forever.

I ask. "Doring our severance of Miss Moore we saw her talking with this gentleman two times now, seeing how he doesn't look like her typical choice of companion we decided to investigate him a bit further." I open the folder and look at the photos of Alice and a man who at best could have been described as sketchy. He looked like he watched the Vikings and The Godfather and decided to make a mix, long hair in a bun, a tattooed neck, and a black suit. "What did you find out about him?" I ask as I flip through the pages.

Her smile is just as precious and her freckles make her eyes pop along with her hair. Azalea Moore, is an absolute ruby. However...he's got to keep it professional and not lose his job or tarnish her future. Thompson handed her back her binder, his fingers brushing hers lightly as he passed it over. Azalea took it with a smile, grateful for his help, even if it wasn't quite what she had expected. "Thank you for trying, Mr. Thompson," she said, her voice a little warmer than usual. She appreciated the effort, even if the chemistry stuff was still over her head.

He reached for the decanter with practiced ease and poured himself a glass, settling into the leather chair behind his massive desk. The liquor burned down his throat. He welcomed it. He needed the fire. The world knew Grayson Moore as a billionaire, a power player, a man untouched by weakness. But beneath all that, he was still the boy who had crouched in blood, held in his mother’s shaking arms. Still the child who had lost everything in one night. A long exhale escaped him, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling in slow spirals. It should have been Damien Lopez in that grave. It should have been his empire crumbling, his legacy buried in shame.

Until now, she never believed the story. The new revelation instantly brought this sense of peace within her. It was a divine tranquility, which clearly was unfathomable. The thought of the snake clearly was forgotten for some minute, as curiosity made her walked closer. She needed to be sure it was real. She wouldn’t mind touching it if she could. She would be the second woman in Alaocha who did not just see a fallen cloud, but had touched it as well. “Amadioha!!!” Ada shouted and ran back. The cloud had yawned in its sleep, flashing spotless white teeth.

*************************Liam’s POV************************ The city pulsed quietly beneath the veil of dawn, but my penthouse office was already alight, the amber glow from my desk lamp casting long shadows across walls lined with steel and silence. The news had broken fast—Aliana Moore, dragged from her home in her sleepwear, her face a mask of disbelief, splashed across every screen in the country. It had played exactly as i’d wanted. Almost too perfectly.

Aaron smirked at her gawking as she abruptly liberated herself from his grip. "What are you doing here?" Alaina asked composing her wild palpitations. "Just came to know that you are planning to escape or not." Aaron smirked as his eyes landed on a book " Fifty shades of grey." Alaina found him staring at the book as they both went in the past. "I am bored here." Alaina pouted as Aaron was busy working on some files laying beside her. "Then what do you want to do?" Aaron asked as he sighed. " I want to go to the library. I have read all these books." Alaina signalled towards the pile of novels placed on her table.

"Alpha..?" "Just an imposter. Chillax!" Noelle waved her hands. "Your real Alpha is on the way." "They have been eliminated." The other man informed the biker dude. "Right, let me introduce myself." Noelle turned to them. "Noelle Moore of Red Moon, Luna of Ezekiel Wright and daughter of Oliver Moore." The guy said. Noelle felt some weird feeling of happiness when she heard him address her as the daughter of Oliver Moore. He knew who her biological father was and he still respected her emotional relation.

There was only one way to know for sure. “He’s not like his father,” I blurted out. Unexpectedly, my comment pulled on a string, and Mrs. Moore’s façade momentarily broke. It was enough for me to know the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she shrugged. “I think you do. I spent my whole life reading people to protect myself from them. I think I know what it looks like when someone hides something.” I took her hand in mine and squeezed. “You loved your husband, but not the way he loved you.”