It Crowd Maurice Moss Novels & Stories

Maurice shook his head and said, "You don't get it. Quinn has never thought of me as her father. She'd hurt me without a second thought." How could he not be afraid of her? He was getting old now, so there was no way he could take any beating from her! "What are we supposed to do then? There's no way we can stay cooped up here forever. We have to go out for food and shopping at some point!" Kara exclaimed while feeling utterly displeased. At that very moment, the door burst open and a crowd of people stormed in. Upon seeing those people, Kara's eyes widened in fear. She hid behind Maurice and asked, "Who are you people?"

Ella screamed crouching up from her seat, as she ran towards the house, but the second explosion happened, and she was blown away by it hitting her head on a stone. “Had..let..Mom.” Ella stuttered as she lost consciousness. Back To Present Maurice ran to the police station, and he was surprised by the crowd outside, but everyone made way for him when they saw him. “Good afternoon, my name is..” Maurice wanted to introduce himself, but the officer beat him to it. “I know, I'm the one that called you.” He said, and guided Maurice to a room. “What's going on? What were you saying about my wife?” Maurice asked. “I'm sorry, but we called you here to ask you to identify a body?” The officer said,

The harsh lights blurred as I jolted upright, my mind scrambling to catch up with the chaos around me. It was 3 AM when Maurice stumbled into the hallway, looking like he’d just crawled out of a war zone. His body was battered, cuts criss crossing his skin, and blood stained his clothes. I gasped, my heart dropping into my stomach. Mom and I shot up, wide-eyed in shock. Tristan stood there, confusion written all over his face. “What the hell happened?” he asked, staring at Maurice. Maurice met his gaze with a smirk that sent chills down my spine. “Just had a little fun,” he said, as if he were talking about a night out, not the mess he was in.

“Not something. Everything.” He tapped a few keys, and one of the screens enlarged—a paused clip from a grainy dock camera. A black SUV, license plates covered. But even in the pixelated mess, the figure stepping out was unmistakable. I knew he was the one. Maurice. There was someone behind him, a young woman in oversized sunglasses and a hat to match. Slender figure, poised. Dressed like a damn socialite even while vanishing underground. No one could mistake her figure.

"Marshawn is dead. You can reveal your identity now, Maurice!" Maurice Williams felt a surge of emotion when he heard that. His eyes instantly welled up with tears. After three years, would the Mystic Pavilion really restart? With tears streaming down his old face, Maurice exclaimed, "Welcome back, Chief! I'll arrange for someone to pick you up. No! I'll personally come and get you!" "Alright." After hanging up the phone, Chad looked around but did not see Willow. Chad approached the edge of the giant pit and silently called out, "Lord Fifth."