Louis James Moriarty Novels & Stories

“Already dripping. You really are a whore for this inheritance, aren’t you?” “Shut up and fuck me,” I shot back, rolling my hips as much as the restraints allowed. He laughed darkly and slapped my ass hard. The sting made me moan. Then I heard more footsteps. Louis and Damien had arrived. Louis was twenty-six, leaner but ripped, with tattoos snaking up his arms and a wicked grin. Damien was the youngest at twenty-five, built like a linebacker, quiet but with intense green eyes that always seemed to see right through me.

Heather pushed open the windows and turned around to smile at Leon as she inhaled the fragrant scent of the flowers in the air. “ Leon, have you heard of Caleb Moriarty?” Perhaps Leon knows something about him, she thought to herself. However, Leon stared at her with a confused expression. In all honesty, he couldn’t quite recall this person at all, so he asked rather perplexedly, “Is he from Bradfort City?” Heather shook her head in reply. “Could you help me look into this man? He’s a general from Leisfeld.”

He still had every intention of collecting. I couldn't give him what he wanted, though, because what he wanted was my mother's legacy. This house. The land. All of it. He'd even pay me for it, at least the portion my father didn't owe him. Moriarty was a business developer. Well, that was the legitimate front. He had a way of getting what he wanted and didn't have any problem using whatever means he needed to. When Stephen had told me to call the police and let them handle it, he didn't realize Moriarty had the police on his payroll. I'd have to deal with him, and I couldn't have Veronica be a part of that.

As such, Louis was aware that she had caught Terry’s attention. Ever since Terry became the Black Party’s leader, many other parties had offered him various women. However, this was Terry’s first time showing interest in a woman… Louis grinned as he walked over to Adina. “Ms. Daugherty, you came to visit my boss, right? Please follow me.” Adina trailed after him. Louis had previously blackmailed her for a large amount of money to help York out. But he had done a one-eighty with his attitude within several days.

, I spoke, "I got the information that Nicholas Monet, also known as Simon Morris is a certified con artist and a sexual pervert who moved from place to place to find his victim. He already become a 'wanted' person in France and the authorities are continuously in search of him." "Thank you for the information, Detective. Please keep me updated about this person", I said as I ended the call. I let out a prolonged sigh while my fist involuntary tightened as the name Simon Morris persistently echoed in my head. He was that fucking asshole who sought to exploit Vera before and his demonic face was vividly haunting in my thoughts. My phone rang again and it was my best friend Vince. He had been

Their phones were switched off. James could not sleep at night. The feeling of uneasiness has increased. He left his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. He dialed his elder son’s phone number. Someone took the phone out of his hand making him turn around. His eyes widened with shock on seeing the person holding his phone. Nathair! Ahmar bin Tariq. The underboss of Irish Mafia. James decided to alert his wife but before James could make any sound Nathair had his knife on his throat. Nathair could read his mind. His lips curled in disgust.

"Then why are you here? I thought we were only meeting after supper." "Yes. This has been weighing on my chest, I'm just gonna come out and say it." "Ok. What is it?" "James is Mr. Morgan. I followed you here because I don't trust the walls of the mansion. Even though my man is always doing a sweep, he knows more corners than any of us combined." "Luther…are you sure about what you saying? That's a very serious allegation you bringing up." "I have all the proof. Plus the toothless man."

"There's no need to get angry." "Too fucking late," I growled. "Please, Daisy, just take a seat," James said softly and I sighed, dropping back onto the sofa. "It says here that your most recent mission didn't go to plan. Daisy, can you tell me about your target?" I didn't reply and looked at my nails. "Your target, Daisy. Jason Creed," James said. "He was a banker suspected of having ties to a terrorist group acting in London-" "He wasn't suspected," I butted in. "He did have ties. He was a terrorist."

“He’s coming for what he thinks he owns. While he might not want to kill me, he wants to claim me and that is going to be a punishment worse than death in my eyes. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants and that is why we are going to end this with blood. There is no other option.” Before I could answer, a sound split the cold air, a lone voice amplified by power, distant but unmistakable. Darius’s. “Liam!” The voice rolled across the snow, sharp and mocking. “You’ve taken what’s mine again! You’ve hidden behind your walls, your warriors, your Luna. But you can’t hide her from me forever! I will get her because she is mine. I want this claim on her. I have wanted this claim on h

“You know I didn’t mean to—he tried to—” “Don’t,” he interrupted softly, his jaw locking as he tilted the glass slightly. “You think explanations matter here? You think he cares why you did it?” He. Liam Moretti. The name pulsed in my head like a curse, echoing in every corner of the room. Stories about him traveled through whispers — the Devil of the South, the man who made people vanish, the man who smiled while ending lives. My breath hitched. “What’s in the glass?”