Louis James Moriarty Novels & Stories

In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience. The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks. “Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position. Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.

It was either the war of the Lupari automatically became her personal business if which she would find it hard to detach or be able to work as undercover, Or, the anniversary would turn into a scene of bloodshed. Liam took one last drag of a cigarette before stubbing it out on the floor by his left. "Irish. You're a smart woman. A very smart woman." "I've heard that a lot. What do you want done tomorrow.." "Good. Now that you've asked. Information I got says that the head of the Lupari Clan, his name is Arthur, and he might come to me at the end of the day." He paused, his lips thinning as he stole a glance. "I want you to stick around. Pull a gun if you must when there's a threat, but don't

Faye seemed to realize that Gael wasn’t asking for details on Jonathan himself, his position or anything, but rather the threat that he posed to Arabella. “That man…He’s a psychopath, Gael. He’s charming enough to keep his investors and the public in the dark about his personality. He knows how to manipulate his way into good graces. I swear to you, the entire nation must be eating from his palms in one way or another. Regardless of who you are, he won’t hesitate to make sure that you’re firmly under his control.” Louis entered the living room, sinking down quietly to reach for the diary that rested on the table, thumbing through the pages.

"You heard what Lord Darius said, apologize to that beautiful lady." James nodded, shaking and bowing. "Aurora... I'm sorry" "Dang" James had just finished his sentence when one of Phelan's subordinates opened fire and broke James's head. He died in a daze, not even closing his eyes. Aurora covered her ears and bit her lip, holding back a scream. Phelan rubbed her back to reassure her, his gaze coldly looking straight ahead. "Phelan Darius, you're trying to challenge our Black Bullet mafia organization, aren't you? How dare you let your underling kill James?" The man got angry and banged the table.

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

Low. Bastardly melodious. Unmistakably Irish. I step into the dim light, and there he is. Cormac Donnelly. The Irish Consigliere. He’s taller than I expected. Maybe six two. With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers.

My mother was right next to him, unrecognizable because she was half burnt. They were Gone! And standing at the top of the stairs, framed in orange light and ash— Lucian Moreau with blood on his shirt. Silent and Staring with a keg and gun in his hand. We locked eyes for a moment too long then he turned and walked away like he had not robbed me of my happiness. Present — Barcelona I crushed the cigarette beneath my boot. My jaw tightened with anger. There were still blank spots in the memory—holes where clarity should be. But I knew one thing: Lucian was there. And he hadn’t saved anyone. He was the one who murdered them.

Frederick’s satisfaction with his informants’ work quickly faded as he absorbed the chilling reality. Leonard Hugues, 32 years old. One of the five executives of Lafleur, the most notorious criminal organization in Marseille. Known for his unmatched combat and weapon skills. A man whose brutality knew no bounds. “He killed two unarmed men just for touching his woman?” Frederick murmured, astonished. He let out a strained laugh, attempting to mask his growing unease. “I never imagined my brother would raise such a monster.” His gaze shifted to Jacques, who stood silently, visibly uneasy. Jacques seemed on the verge of speaking, but hesitation held him back, leaving Frederick to wait impatient

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

One of them being the shooting that killed Liam, they still hadn't found out who did it, whoever did it covered their tracks very good, not even Matteo could trace them He was going to have that meeting with Liam's second in command today, it was even almost time as he brought out a cigarette stick and lit it up, he placed it in his mouth, inhaling the nicotine scent of it and feeling the smoke burn through his chest. Batroix was still unconscious and he still hadn't found a way to go around the problem of arms, since his official arms dealer was shot that night too. Not that he couldn't just find himself another arms dealer but he needed someone he could trust, someone as reliable as Martin