Moa Txt Novels & Stories

One way or another, I'd get her back. And if I couldn't... Well. I'd make sure Dylan couldn't have her either. We finished eating and Moana said she needed to go meet her friends. That Octavia and Lalissa were waiting for her. "Okay," I said. "Text me when you get home?" "I will." She kissed my forehead. Not my lips. Just my forehead like I was a child. Then she left. The second the door closed, my smile dropped. I pulled out my phone and I opened the folder on my phone labeled "Insurance."

Mason said. " Anyways, let's talk business. How are the clubs going? Everything okay?"? I asked Michael since we co- owned about five clubs but he deals with them, while I deal with the company. "Are you still signing bthat contract with Maxwell industries ?". Mason asked out of the blue. Even though he handles my legal stuffs, I still have to give him the go ahead before he takes any actions. "Hmm, I'm thinking of calling it off, the man was too eager to sign the contract for my liking, so I asked Joshua to dig more into the man". I explained

“They moved Liv somewhere else. I tried to ask around, but the thing with the machine happened, and I couldn’t leave Kat alone in case something else happened.” I shook my head and waved a hand. “It’s fine. I’ll go make some enquiries, and I’ll come back.” The second floor was quiet as I walked and stopped at the central desk. An older woman was behind her computer screen, typing away before she recognized me and gave me a sweet smile. “Mr. Moore. What can I help you with? If it’s regarding the press—we’ve already started our protocol—”

"That's all, then." As they arrived at the mansion, Bisila looked around at the sprawling estate, its large fountain surrounded by lush greenery. The servants bustled about, bowing slightly as Mr. James passed by, but Bisila couldn’t help but picture herself doing the same. "Ugh. I’d never bow to greet you. That’s just… gross," she muttered under her breath. Mr. James glanced at her. "No one asked you to." As they entered the house, he called out to an older woman who was bustling around in one of the rooms. "Lady Matilda."

Diego lowered the tablet, intrigued. “Because Uncle is handsome! And pretty too!” Moa chirped without hesitation. Diego chuckled, eyes glimmering with amusement. He reached out to ruffle her hair. “You sweet little thing. But ‘pretty’ might not be the best word for a man.” He handed them the tablet. “Here, choose where you want to go.” Moa snatched it up instantly. “Brother, look! So many places!” Koa, meanwhile, was discreetly sizing Diego up.