Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

"I prefer your mother's tight little ass bent over my desk. And I did fuck her in the ass. She needed to be taught a lesson—" "You're a fucking liar! A goddamned fucking liar!" They held me tight. I heard the click of a gun being cocked and felt the cold steel of it behind my ear. "I don't want a mess in my office, boys," Moriarty said, calm as could be. He returned his full attention to me. "See, I did keep my word. I did forgive his debt. That time. But your father didn't learn. When she came to me again, well, there's just so much a man can do for used-up old pussy, isn't there?"

Added recently, when the adoption agency compiled their records. Note: Confidential informant later identified perpetrator as Roderick Thorne, acting on personal vendetta against Carlo Marchetti. No charges filed. The case remains closed. Roderick Thorne. My father. The man who had built an empire on blood. The man who had killed her parents because they were connected to his enemy. She set the papers down. "Liam." "I know." "Your father killed my parents." "I know." I looked at him. His face was pale, but steady.

I called Mori to come near me, he looks at me and at the Doctor before walking near me. "Do you need anything, Miss?" He asked me, I nodded. I was kind of hungry and tired but I need to finish this hurriedly. It's been a month since he went on hiding and I think of way why but knowing Livv he sure has a plan and I made sure I am way steps ahead of him. I don't want to risk it again. My mother who was the daughter of the first and well-known Mafia from the family of Moreiti has its perks, and I being the daughter inherited her crown as the head of Moreiti that was passed for generations of the firstborn girl in the family was bound to lead the family, it was weird at first to know that the fa

Moriarty led me to the hotel’s balcony where the cityscape can be seen. “Is this private enough?” He asked and went to the table of wines at the corner. He poured himself a glass. “Yes,” I said and filled my lungs with air before I continued. “You’re right, I’m pregnant, but I’m not asking you to take responsibility for it. It was just a one-night stand, and I can raise my child alone.” “Our child,” he corrected, eyeing me darkly. “And no, you can’t raise the child alone. That is my blood, Lily Clarks. My kid will grow up as a Moriarty and I will raise him or her.”

"But not anymore. I refused to be a pawn in your game, and tonight it all comes to an end." "Whose blood are you covered in?" Mrs. Martin inquired, and I flashed her a grin. I aimed my gun at her face. "Take a stab at it, Mrs. Martin, but I will tell you." I am drenched in the blood of the man you claim to be, my biological father. "I slew that molesting son of a bitch's throat and watched him choke on his blood, and it gave me nothing but satisfaction!"

Philip asked accusingly. Mama Sarah shook her head “no when you didn't return home yesterday, and you switched off your phone, that is when I found out” Philip hissed and glared at her, “you know who Mora's father is, you know his whereabouts?” he said coldly, balling his fists. Mama Sarah replied blandly “yes, I know, but, plenty of things are left unsaid, Mora's life isn't as simple as it is, she has suffered many grievances, without committing a crime…”

"Your time for regret is over! Your time to make things right was up when I saw a remote-controlled car in your car that day. And you know what? It wasn't my name on it. It was Edward Morris!" "That's it! Get out of my room, and don't you dare step foot in here again. Get out while I still consider you a human being on this earth. I've kept you around all this time because I still think you're my grandfather's favourite son, the man who kept me company until his last breath, who unfortunately was in the apartment of a young woman who was his new plaything! Please come out, honourable Mr Sebastian Morris!" Morgan suppressed every word he said to the man who drained every drop of blood from hi

Red was the colour of blood after all. No, the police wouldn’t find out who killed my father. But the club would. And when they did their justice would be swift and violent. And the person they thought had done it? Gemma. The bubbly barmaid from Cooks. She had motive and opportunity. Being one of the many women my father had kicked to the curb. But maybe the most damning evidence?

“Stop acting dumb. I know who you are! You are the daughter of Alpha Leo and his Luna wife. I could smell their blood on you. Your pure Alpha descent blood was so strong, anybody with a brain on his head could spot you.” “No. You must be mistaken. I am….” I tried to correct her, but was halted when she shouted in my face. “Quiet! Don’t try to deny it. You have murderer’s blood in your filthy veins like your d*ck head father.” My head felt heavy, as it throbbed with pain, and her voice - shrill and hoarse - was not helping as she yapped about my father being a murderer. She saw my blanched face and smirked.

He looked at me as if my very existence was a stain on his perfect evening. My heart felt like it was going to explode. Terrified and desperate, I clawed at the slick tiles of the pool edge, trying to scream. But my lungs were filled with water and my throat was swollen shut. All that came out was a thick, metallic taste of blood. I choked, coughing up a dark cloud of crimson into the water before I could manage a weak, rasping whisper. "Ryan... my father... he is the head of the Moretti crime syndicate... if you don't stop this... he will destroy you..."