Albert Moriarty Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I can't help you. I don't know where he is." "Could you tell us about your involvement with former Chief of Police Paul Timmons?" "All I know about him is he retired. He was out, Alberts was in. What's this got to do with me?" "We found Timmons, he wasn't willing to speak with us, but did give us something we could use." He has me intrigued but I don't budge. "Timmons believes that John Alberts, is a notorious murderer. Nail on the fucking head. "That can't be good." I smirk. Roswell leans into his partners side. His hand moves up and presses a button on the recording device turning it on. A red light appears, and the device is moved atop the table.

Apparently, in order to get the crystal, he had killed a disobedient arms dealer. “He won’t suspect you. He’ll just think that this is God’s punishment for his sin,” I whispered. Damian Morrety. That name meant absolute rule in Zolnah’s underground. He was the sole heir of the Morrety family, a huge criminal empire that had seized control over the borders of the far east and Auropa. As for me, I was just a dirt-covered weed who crawled out of the slums at the borders. According to the rumors, our union was a real-life mafia fairy tale.

I ran a hand down my face and muttered, “I’ll handle it.” “Make sure you do,” he said, tone dropping. “Because she may not say it, but she’s watching. Natalia is watching everything you do. And she doesn’t forget. She is quiet and she is smart. She knows how to be a Luna and she also knows how to be an alpha. But she doesn't know how to handle betrayal.” “You speak as if you've known her your whole life.”

“Tell me… Who is this Anthony Moriarty?” “There’s nothing particularly remarkable about Anthony Moriarty. Honestly, I didn’t even know he existed until recently. From what Magnus told me, the Moriartys were close friends of the Bartzs, but they distanced themselves from the family because of their connection to our family and our hidden dealings. That cost them everything. Our family essentially buried them commercially. For a long time, they lived abroad because they couldn’t succeed here. “After Catherine died and Leonardo left the country, Vincent Moriarty returned to Valentia. That brings us to Anthony Moriarty, Vincent’s son. He’s a lawyer who, in no time, will become a judge—the younge

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou

"Who?" "Harrison Morris."

an evil smile curls on my face, as I shut the door looking at my father and uncles, “I plan to enjoy this very much.” I turn and glare at the man, “what is your name?” He stutters, “Beta, Beta Charles? I scoff, “you are not honorable enough for the title Beta, your name is just Charles.” His eyes fall to the floor, “Alpha Abigail, let me explain, please, it’s not what you think?”

Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little” “With the number of men who are here, having their eyes on her? I would rather not get into fights with anyone, thank you” Nathan said, taking the glass from Carter. He looked at the bartender, nodding at him to come “get the beautiful lady a glass of virgin mojito” “I tried, little one” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes following Nathan’s gaze at the two Italians who just annoyed him “did they say anything wrong?”

I glance at Daryl who mutters “Times are changing” “I thought I could convince him that we are not like the fairy tales, that we live differently but it was a stupid trick” She fights back the tears, she must be in agony, the death of a mate caused an indescribable amount of pain, I know, I had felt it with Christian. “I killed him and his final word was ‘Rudy’ he used me" Alistair had captured Rudy but with Alistair dead, it was going to make it harder to find my nephew.

"Lilith Rumero” Everything ground to a halt. Full stop. “Lilith?” Lilith laughed awkwardly. “That’s right. You can … um. You can save the jokes.” She tucked her golden curls behind her ears, bright eyes darting around the auditorium. “I’ve heard them all.” Lorenzo didn’t get this far on his own believing in coincidences. And that surname was far too uncommon. The only other person he had ever met named Rumero was the asshole who had tried to take everything from him.