Liane Moriarty Novels & Stories

“I know that she did not run away. Whoever had taken her, they took her from here and that annoys me more than anything because we cannot find any surveillance or footage about it.” I pressed my hands against the table until the wood groaned under my palms. Her scent was gone from the hallways, from the sheets, from every place I’d found her warmth before. Only emptiness remained. The phone on the desk buzzed once. Then again. Unknown number. I stared at it for a second too long before I answered. “Liam.” The voice slid through the receiver like a blade through silk—smooth, confident, venom wrapped in civility. “Darius.”

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di

It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to his womanising brain. “Whoa!” he said laughing, “Alright man, she’s all yours,” I shook my head to clear it and then nodded to Jamie. “Go on,” I said and even though he looked hesitant, Jamie carried on with delivering the information. “She is twenty-six years old, single and lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment downtown. All her online activity points to her being an author of paranormal romance, whatever the hell that is,” he said with a scoff. I couldn’t help but smile as Liam let out another laugh.

Lilian woke up the other day feeling tired as she absorb the unfamiliar memories. So her soul transmigrated in another world. This body’s name is Lian and she was bought to be a shared wife of Montenegro brothers. She died when she escaped last night because she slipped and bumped her head on some hard rock. But something’s wrong. The memory that she inherit only started at the slave market. Where is her memory before that?

She carried herself like she owned the room before she even entered it. The twins lit up. “Liana!” Maya chirped. “Come meet Vivi!” Mara tugged my sleeve. “This is Liana Frost. She’s pack... been away training with some fancy northern coven for like two years. She came back with us!” I stood slowly, and deliberately brushed imaginary lint off my shirt. I extended my hand. “Vivienne Moreau.” Liana’s gaze flicked to my hand like I’d offered her a dead rat.

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

she stood up from the chair and walked closer to the cell. Fck so Lily is one of the missing heirs of one of the most secretive and powerful Mafia in Ireland. This btch must be Orla, the current head. There were rumors that she killed her husband and the two heirs. Who would have thought, One of them is still alive. I need to protect Lily from this woman. “And if you want, I can replace Lily in your life.” she leaned on the steel bar of the cells, showing off her saggy breast. It took everything for me not to lash out and claw her eyes out. I will fcking kill this woman with my own hands.

The door swings open to a short middle aged woman with long grey and black hair. “Yes?” “Are you Sarama?” I ask. “Who’s asking?” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses. “My name is.. Lily. I’m an omega from Pale Moon Pack. My friend Macie said you can help me.” She puts on her glasses and takes a look at me. “Come in child.” She takes a step back. I step inside and she closes the door. Her house is small and cozy. It looks so comforting. “Have a seat. How are your wounds?” She asks. She walks to a cabinet and starts taking things out.

She said as she replaced the gun and walked back to the easy chair before finishing another glass and heaving from the bitter feeling that slithered past her throat to her earlobes and back. He cracked his knuckles and rested backwards on the bed. He pushed his hair back leaving some connected strands dangling on his forehead. She felt tired. Eyes droopy and brain pending. If what he was saying was true, and that he knew she was dangerous, why would he risk his life and approach her? He was waiting for her so he couldn't possibly be the 'thing' following her on her way home. What was that thing? Why was a Hian Hoshi there? What did he want from her? Why did Levi hold her? 'Wait, what?'

**** The files were brought to Aria in a few minutes. “This is what I could find…” the nurse said. Aria nodded and waved her off. “You seem so interested in this person,” Giovanni asked, mouth twisted sideways. Aria opened the book and froze. Her eyes scanned the line once, and then again. And again. Her fingers tightened around the file. Lily Moretti : born mature. No sign of any dysfunction that would cause premature birth. Aria’s hand shook on the book, her heart slammed her rib cage. The words didn’t change, but everything else did.