Liane Moriarty Novels & Stories

The staff hadn’t started their morning routines yet, and the empty hallways only amplified the tension curling in her stomach. She needed to be careful. Liam was already suspicious. If he caught her digging around, she had no doubt he would shut her out even more. Slipping into the study, she locked the door behind her before settling in front of his desk. She powered on his computer, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she hesitated. What if she found something she wasn’t ready for? Lily shook the thought away. It was too late for doubts now. She typed Marlowe Grant into the search bar and held her breath.

With Cove's icy rejection still fresh in Morrigana’s memory, Morrigana was furious as she exited the big hall. She was angry because Cove was becoming more and more fixated with the so called thief, Lycia. His sudden obsession with the thief, Lycia, was growing by the day, and it made her more infuriated. She couldn’t understand what made this girl so special or why Cove seemed to be so reluctant to deal with her as he would any other intruder. She was baffled by the girl’s ability to stir something in Cove, something that made him hesitant, something that Morrigana had never seen before. It wasn’t just Lycia’s skill or her audacity; there was something about Lycia that had thrown Cove off b

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

The path ahead remained undefined. No destination named. No territory mapped. For the first time in years, Lily Morgan was not walking toward a problem to solve. She was walking toward herself. And the forest, wide and indifferent and alive, opened willingly.

Halsey was very grateful that Grainne reminded Liam and made Liam willing to start a new life. Grainne both admired Halsey's intelligence and silently congratulated them. She very much hopes that one day, Liam will also be able to live a really happy life. At a beautiful landscaped manor house in Y city, Mira Aura is sitting making premium Bich Loa Xuan tea in a garden pavilion, and the person sitting in front of her is Nadia with a melancholy expression. “Mom, I… I'm sorry, I've tried my best, I've done it all, but Carwyn he… he really doesn't love me anymore…

Her stomach tightened instantly. It was a list. Names of people she didn’t recognize. But one detail made her freeze— Next to each name were notes. Descriptions. Times. Places she had been. Denise looked up sharply. “What is this?” Liam watched her reaction carefully. “People who’ve been watching you,” he said. Her voice dropped. “Watching me… why?” A pause. Then Liam said something that made her stomach twist harder. “Because I noticed you first.” Denise shook her head. “That’s not an answer.”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Still she made sure to let up sometimes on the manipulation and she was not a ruthless beast who would destroy the mind of another even if the person was a pure evil bitch. Ariel laid on her bed as she rubbed her head tiredly. She had finally shaken off the overly dependent Layla and boy was she glad. As she scrolled through all the information she had gathered in her head, she smiled. Soon! Soon, I'll be free of this prison and be back to Damien . Just a little more! As she was smiling over her near success, a knock came from the door. She groaned quietly in frustration lest the other person on the other side of the door heard her. She dragged herself out of the bed and walked towards the d

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.