Maurice Moss Novels & Stories

I can’t exactly put my finger on it, but one thing is for sure: Maron Korolev is definitely not someone you want to mess with. Maurice, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of Maron. Good-looking in a normal way, handsome, even. He’s a typical family guy and a great listener - basically every girl's best friend. The type you want to marry. We all need a Maurice in our lives, but trust me, nobody needs a Maron. I most certainly don't. “Ms. Williams, I asked you a question,” my boss repeats sternly. I nearly jump. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Korolev. What was your question again?”

7, but still considering her heels Louisa was still much taller than he was probably two inches taller. “My name is Grace Winters, it’s nice to meet you guys”. Grace said smiling. “Well since you all have introduced yourself, You should introduce yourself to the company too”. DD said getting up from her seat. DD was quite taller than Grace had expected, She was about the same height as Louisa who was smiling uncontrollably. It was expected, Doris Denver was a household name in the Entertainment Industry, Though she worked for Mr Black, She could succeed much more if she was on her own, but everyone knew of her loyalty to Mr Black. She had been with him ever since he started Black Ent.

His voice barely above whispers as he steps down the stairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. "The marriage will hold." "Congratulations Miss Daisy for winning my son's heart." Mr Gilbert Roberto said, as he shook Daisy Hunter's hand smiling gleefully. "Gilbert! What's the meaning of this…"

I blush even more due to the embarrassment I feel. "This will be mine, Joenabell." He claims happily, and I roll my eyes in defeat. "Oh! I did not expect to see you both here!" A lively voice speaks to us. Our faces turn in synchronization to see the person talks. *MAURICE WILLOWS!* "Good to see you, Maurice. What are you doing here?" Leonel asks with a poker face. "I am having breakfast with my mom." She replies with a big smile. Maurice's eyes scan me, and her face shows disgust. I wonder why she is giving me that look?

She didn’t even bother to knock. Anxious and eager, she burst into the room, only to be taken aback by what she saw. Maurice stood before the mirror, a towel slung low on his hips, another in his hand as he dried his damp hair. Water still clung to his flawless pale skin, catching the light until it glistened like crystal glass. His tall frame, damp hair, sculpted chest, and flawless pale skin caught her eye. Especially the ridges of his toned abs, all of it was a vision of masculine perfection that seemed too breathtaking to belong to this world.

“Alright, fine. Let me see what I can pull up but no promises because we don’t know who we’re dealing with or what resources they have so we have to be careful.” “Hang tight, Bruce.” Maurice sat down at the keyboard and monitors set up at his makeshift corner office and began to type. “What are you doing?” Bruce asked as he watched him through the screen, tensed when squeaking alarms began blaring. Maurice stared at the screen of the monitor for a moment, lost in thought, then began typing again. “Just doing what I normally do best.” His brows knit together and he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as his fingers raced over the keyboard in starts and stops. “There! That ought to

It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.

“Vegan cheese, chef...” Chef Mauro next to me made a sound of horror. “What was wrong with the mozzarella at your station?” He said with his accent even more pronounced than before. "I don't like to touch animal products,” said the boy, looking a bit pale, "It goes against my preferences...” I never thought this week would be so chaotic with these students.

Grown ups wouldn’t always be around to protect them. Oliver tries his best to discourage me from going for the Halloween party. He states thousand of reason not to go. “You will just humiliate yourself in a ridiculous costume.” He tells me. “You don’t have to come, you know.” I chuckle, standing in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I’ve decided to dress as a mafia boss. It’s a costume. I can’t be seen dressing as a werewolf or vampire, or anything else. That will be insulting. I wear a black suit, black tie and black shoes. I cream my curly black hair to be really shiny and neat. I wear my favorite perfume.

How could it be Mr. CEO! Louise could not believe her eyes. She was so shocked that she did not even realize that the cops had arrived at the scene. “The cops are here. You’re fine now, you’re fine now,” Monique comforted Louise as she helped her up and patted her shoulder. Louise’s eyes were still widened and she had chills all over her body. The man in front of her had a body and manner more attractive than top male models as his handsome features were prominent on his frosty look. This elegant, luxurious, and royal-like man would be none other than the Moore Group’s CEO—Henry Moore.