Moira Lang Novels & Stories

It was almost funny. The woman sitting on the ground her, head in some man’s lap suddenly laughed loudly, making me curious and I looked up for a second. Her brown skin glowed in the candlelight, almost giving her skin a golden shimmer. She was by far the most interesting figure in this group. Her name was Moira, I believe. She often spoke up or giggled away as some gossip was shared and kissed her lover a lot. If it wasn’t on his lips it was on other body parts, clearly not afraid to show affection in public.

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”

"What words did mother whisper in your ears during the selection? Get through the damned selection, become my queen and control everything else? Did she tell you Kier is a fool, much like his father?" Moira struggles against my hold, but I pin her in place. Her fear is intoxicating. The truth is in her gaze, glaringly obvious. It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't surprise me anymore, their betrayal. "I've lived my life following the council of my mother, the elders, the alphas, my father's orders, never taking what I wanted. Never taking anything, even if it was offered. I have hurt, ached, suffered, and I did all of that, thinking I was alone. I thought I wept and grieved alone. The one pers

Alexia asks her, really serious. "Actually, it's zero." Jenny answered truthfully. "Wow, just wow." "Come on, there could be a possibility, besides it does happen in movies." Jenny said, Alexia groans. "This is not a movie. I'm doom. Just one stupid word or touch. I fall under his spell, and then the next thing I know, I'm going against my mind." Alexia cries out, pouting.

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Josua’s obsession with shifters had been his downfall, just like her stepfather and her stepuncle before him. Tim watched grim. “Something tells me you have a theory about them too.” Harry glanced at Rose, who agreed for him to go on. “I have more than a theory. anthony said they mentioned Moira, and our sources have just come through with new information.” Everyone leaned forward, but Lily shrank back. anthony had told her about Moira — a bitter, conniving dragon shifter and mortal enemy of the shifters of Koakea and Koa Point. Hailey and Ish exchanged worried glances. anthony, Tim, and Jeremy watched downright murderous. Rose sat very still, her face a mask.

Moira looked at Grace firmly, and said, "I can give you any amount you want, but I'm warning you, you'd better not be too greedy." Grace couldn't help but chuckle. It sure was a waste of time and energy trying to reason with someone like her. Grace ignored Moira, and pushed her hand away to leave. "Grace Miller!" Moira yelled loudly, but Grace didn't stop walking. Her attitude made Moira burst into flames, and she shouted impulsively, "Grace Miller, you're nothing but a fallen woman, how dare you act innocent in front of me!" She successfully made Grace stop walking with these words. Grace turned around, and looked at Moira in confusion.

Her smile is too wide. “Mother called,” she says. She looks at Silas. Null flinches. For the first time since he stepped off that ridge, Silas takes a step back. Because Moira isn’t fire or storm or earth. Moira is hunger. And hunger eats off. “Mine,” Moira says, pointing at Silas. Then at Alistair. “Mine.” Then at the two hundred troops. “All mine.” Alistair’s smile dies. “What is—”

Even so, Marisol wasn't the type to accept defeat quietly. She chose instead to pursue computer science, which Lucian favored. She spent seven years meticulously caring for and trying to please him. Even after all that, she still failed to reach his heart. Now, she faced the prospect of losing everything in the divorce. It was fortunate she had her own convictions. Since Lucian disliked her public presence, she secretly worked under the name "Moira", taking private commissions through connections from close friends. Her exclusive service offered complete discretion, impeccable reputation, and designs that blended unique luxury with classical mystique.

Her polite expression dropped the moment she saw her visitor. "Hi, I’m—" "I know who you are. Come in," Moira interrupted, stepping aside with a scrutinizing glance that turned her lip into a sneer. "Nuri Williamson. Daughter of Alvin Williamson... and his human wife." "Bella Williamson," Nuri corrected, jaw tight, taking a seat across from Moira and crossing her legs. "Is that so?" Moira's face remained unreadable. She tilted her head, examining Nuri again. "What made you think that was an appropriate style choice? Have you no respect for academia?" She gestured to Nuri’s midsection with her pen.