Laura Moriarty Books Novels & Stories

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

He said and my eyes flashed replaced with false admiration. "That's nice, I'm Mia Carters" I said and he chuckled "What a beautiful name" he replied but then I hummed and withdrew my hands. "Are you done grieving your finances already?" The distant voice of Mina came from the background and my eyes flashed with a warm confusion. "Laura?" I asked softly and Mina scoffed, walking towards Christian. "It's just been some weeks and you are already throwing yourself at other females. With this the press might say you killed her!" She said and a smile curved to my lips.

Martha was a slick talker. She knew what words to say to keep her companion entertained. Perhaps, that was the reason why instead of going back to Little Hangleton, Laura was prepping to settle in the hotel. She had her driver go back for her to retrieve her netbook and a couple of books.

Laura was no longer merely vicious, she was rotten to the core, and for the first time in years, my wolf and I reached the same conclusion. We couldn’t keep pretending not to see it anymore. “Mr. Shelton,” I said quietly, forcing myself to meet his eyes, “what I can tell you is this. The real culprit is the same person who arranged for wolves to torture me in prison.” My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin as soon as I said it. Even now, speaking about Laura felt dangerous. I paused briefly before continuing, “If you really want answers, investigate someone named Clarke Morris. He was a pediatrician at Central Hospital.” My fingers curled tightly at my sides. “You might find new leads ther

She kept glancing at her watch and the road expectantly. "What's keeping him", she mumbled, quite frustrated from waiting. Laura gazed around for a while and finally spotted an empty bench under a tree adjacent the school premises. She hived a sigh and crossed over to the bench. After settling in, she rummaged through her bag and brought out a novel, "MY REFLECTION" by Otu Harriet. She was a fun of novels and Harriet was one of her favourite authors. She started reading with rapt attention. Ben smiled, wearing a mischievous look. Patrick and Fred glanced at him, wondering what he was thinking of.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

Something was slipping through the cracks, something big. Something wasn’t adding up. And for the first time, I realized… Malaki might not be the man everyone thinks he is. *************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey my lovely readers, Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I really appreciate every single one of you who takes the time to follow Laura’s journey with all its twists, emotions, and secrets. Writing this scene was intense because Laura’s frustration, fear, and determination all collide at once and I hope you felt every bit of her struggle.

Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened. I want to go back inside for Sara's body, but I know that's foolish. There isn't time. There are probably more Silver Hunters on their way here now. They're like an infestation on the earth. You can take some out, but more always arrive. We hurry to the car, parked down the street. As we climb into it, I can feel the weight of Sara's death heavy on my shoulders. I glance at Davis, who is driving. His jaw is set, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He's thinking the same thing I am: we need to find Winter.

"Bring Aaron in. Every man who touched the transfer, the safe house order, the conservatory. No excuses. No delays." The secretary answered quickly "Sir, one more thing. The court confirmed the divorce is clean. Miss Moretti's flight went to St. Clair Harbor." St. Clair Harbor. Moretti ground. The place I had left for him. Lucian lowered the phone and stood there for a long moment. At last, he remembered the way I had looked at him on Raven Street when I handed him those papers. Not angry. Not dramatic. Empty. Alberto watched him. "Regret won't buy you much now. Evelyn is Vito Moretti's daughter. She is not a spoiled little thing you can toss diamonds at until she crawls back into your lap."

I could hardly believe it but I saw the ledger with my own eyes. That ugly feeling of disappointed clouded me for a long time until Denver made me understand that there was no way I'd have known. If the ledger wasn't found, there's no way any of us would've known. Laura suddenly went missing while Liam was dragged through a messy court trial. He's still deeply entwined in the mess, his lawyers hardly knowing a way to drag him out. My hands caress my swollen stomach as the winds dance with the strands of my hair. Now that I've gotten my revenge against Liam and I'm married with my own kid on the way, I feel...fulfilled. But there's one more thing.