Alan Moore Novel Novels & Stories

The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping himself around something fragile, treacherous, and ominously familiar.

“She made the right choice though, I would have never —“ “Can we not do this right now?” I breathed. “Sure, um, we can read a book?” Moore waved ‘Me before You’ in my face. “Why is this your favorite book anyway?” Moore quirked up his eyebrow. “Because it is the most realistic love story that I have ever read” I commented sharply. “Not every story ends up happily ever after and with everyone together,” I added and my eyes stung with tears. “Sometimes, there is so much distance, that you can barely breathe. That their presence begins to choke you and love is not enough, because you realize that the noise from outside can overpower the harmony within.”

~ Amara ~ The air in the Moore Crest library always felt five degrees colder than the rest of the house. I stood by the tall mahogany shelves, the smell of old paper and beeswax filling my lungs. This was my final visit. I had come to collect the last of my things—a few books on corporate strategy I had used to build my new life. I reached for a leather-bound volume, but a sharp click of heels on the marble floor made me stop. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The rhythmic, purposeful stride belonged to Helena Moore.

Hello to my readers, Thank you for your love and support until now. The story of Moana and Alaric is finally concluded. I hope you liked it. I know a few of you want a couple of parts more but… I need to finish it here. So, that I can move further on to other stories. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story)

” **** Meanwhile, at Doctor South’s home, chaos reigned as Alpha Moore, gripped by the plague, raged uncontrollably, destroying everything in his path. The plague wreaked havoc on his mind. The illness had ravaged his wolf, driving him mad. His usually steady control had shattered, leaving him a danger to himself and others. The room was in disarray, furniture destroyed, and the atmosphere thick with the smell of sweat and sickness. Ella rushed in, immediately sensing the gravity of the situation. Her heart pounding as she took in the sight of Alpha Moore in his weakened state. Her heart ached at the sight of Moore in such pain, but she moved swiftly. Without hesitation, she placed her hands

The taxi came to a slow stop in front of the towering black iron gates of the Westwood estate. The sun was bright and brutal above, casting sharp golden beams over the grand white mansion that had once belonged to them—and now, belonged to her. Alaya Moore stepped out of the car, her black sunglasses shielding her eyes. She was dressed simply—fitted jeans, a clean white blouse, and her natural curls pinned up. No jewelry. No designer bags. Just quiet power. The moment her heels clicked onto the gravel driveway, a man in a crisp uniform stepped forward from the front entrance.

"You're insane. And I hope you spend the rest of your miserable life in—" "Jail?" Moore cut in, tilting his head with a sick smile. "You think someone like me fears a cage? After everything we've done to eliminate you and Damon? You think I'm going to stand there and let them slap cuffs on me?" His claws extended fully. "No, sweetheart. If I'm going down, I’m taking you with me." Before Amber could blink, Moore lunged. His slap sent her flying across the room. She hit the table hard, the wood splitting beneath her.

It will also include how they came across the animals. As fas any books after that I would like to know if there are any that you guys want to see more of. Please let me know if there are any. I am always interested in who is your guy's favorite characters. I also have a few other books here and would appreciate you all to check them out and let me know what you think. They include: -The Mafia Bosses Broken Queen -Rockstar (this is also a new one so any comments are also greatly appreciated)

This fucking man lives for killing people and drama. Alora has a small leather-bound book in her hand. Her blue eyes are narrowed at me. I get the feeling I am in trouble, but I don’t know what I did. “Did you know?” “My Queen,” I smile. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She tosses the book on my desk, and it falls open. My mother’s handwriting is on the pages. Lobo is looking over Alora’s shoulder, trying to look at the pages.

I ask, surprised at such willingness to leave Amos. “Yes sir. Who are you?” “I am Alpha Andrew Moore. I’m a doctor and the director of Ridge General.” “Alpha Moore, thank you for extending the olive branch to me although you sounded quite shocked that I was the one trying to use Amos to listen in.” “Those of us that have encountered Cole were under the impression that he’s been completely abandoned to the mercy of his father. How safe are you to be completely honest with?”