Christopher Moore Novels & Stories

Cristofer took a deep breath and said with his head lowered, “I’m really very tired, Gretchen. I’m trying to find the murderer who killed Mrs. Moorsum. Mrs. Moorsum watched me grow up, and I take her as my family. If I can’t find the murderer, I’ll feel guilty for her.” Gretchen’s voice suddenly softened when she heard that. “Wasn’t Mrs. Moorsum killed by Estelle?” “Gretchen, tell me, did you see Estelle push Mrs. Moorsum off the top of the villa?” Cristofer suddenly asked her. “Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. When Estelle pushed Mrs. Moorsum, I wanted to stop her, but Estelle shook off my hands. I could only watch Mrs. Moorsum killed by her. I was so scared at that time! Cristofer, I was tr

I pray it to be Leo, but when I see Paul bend down next to Christopher, my heart almost stops beating. "Christopher is dead. What are we supposed to now?" He repeats, and I stare at him in horror. "No...this can't be possible. Christopher can't die. He fucking can't die." I take a step back and whisper to myself. I could still picture his smiling face as he left my suite room. It was just moments ago when he assured me that everything was going to be fine. No. This is not true. I know this is just a fucking bad dream. Christopher can't die. He can't fucking leave us in the middle. All my hard work and suffering can't go in vain like this. He was meant to be the mafia boss. He was meant to ta