Moore Sisters Romane & Geschichten

"We have reached Ms Morin." Samuel's gentle words snapped Anthea out of her thoughts as she noticed the open elevator door. She nodded before following him out of the elevator and walking towards the gala room where the 56th birthday party of billionaire Alexander Moore was taking place. He was a famous hotel chain giant in the USA and besides being business partners with her brother Roman Morin, he also had a good relationship with him. But that's not how Anthea knew him. Before knowing him, she knew his wife Megan Moore and daughter Kendall Moore. Megan was one of the close friends of her ex-mother-in-law Camila. They attended a few parties thrown by the Allens. That's where Anthea had met

" A middle-aged woman stood in the center of the living room, hands planted on her hips as she berated Irene. She appeared to be in her mid-40s. Jason sprawled across the sofa, wrapped in bandages. He cracked sunflower seeds with one hand and spat the shells wherever they fell. Irene had reached her limit. "Say that again. Go on." The woman who spoke was Ruby Granger, Jason's mother. The nine Chamberlain sisters had all been born to the same mother, who died young. Arthur had still been a young man at the time. He never remarried, but he had not lived a celibate life. He kept company with other women over the years.

Aunt Mo-Mo calls and Sage mounts the motorcycle, her hands coming to wrap around Beach's waist before giving her a reply. "To the beach!" She laughed at her cheap lie which was obvious her mother would never buy. She remembered her mother telling her that two of the triplets were both born without a womb so they would never birth their own children. Her mother actually thought it kind of her Uncle Lear who married all three sisters to make sure none would be shamed for barrenness and he also had all three of them swear an oath to never tell the children who their real mother is and to make sure the mothers shared the children and cared for them equally as they would their very own and that w

“Michael Moore. Arrested in 2008 for securities fraud and embezzlement. Sentenced to fifteen years. Died in prison in 2012 of a heart attack. His daughter was…” “She was six years old when he was arrested,” Cassandra finished, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Ten when he died. She must be able to remember what happened and carry the shame.” She set down the report and looked up at Derek. “And you're certain the media doesn't know about this yet?” “I am very sure because Moore is a common name, and Elara's mother made use of her maiden name after the arrest. The connection isn't obvious unless you're specifically looking for it.”

I wanted to laugh at the expression at her face but decided against it. The woman grinned, revealing toothpaste advertisement-worthy teeth. "How are you? Come in!" Her enthusiasm was contagious. I felt myself smiling. Precious and I followed closely behind her. "What are your names?" She asked us without looking at us. "I'm Luc," I said. She gave me a smile over her shoulder and did not ask if it was short for anything. "I'm Precious," Precious said, barely audible. "I'm Nikky. Mother of Jacob, James, Erin, Edwin and Bobo," she said. "Call me Nikky. N-i-k-k-y. It is short for Nicola."

********** Name: Agatha Moore Official Name: Host 1096 (Immoral System) Level: 1 Age: 18 Pleasure Points: 783 =ATTRIBUTES (Basic Human - 10)= Strength: 20 Stamina: 20 Intelligence: 18 (20) -> 22 Dexterity: 20 Charm: 21 Luck: 20 =SKILLS= * Studying - A * Lovemaking - D * Singing - E * Dancing - F- * Acting - D * Cooking - B * House Management - C+ * Hypnotizing - B+ * Makeup Application - D ********

Since Basma had a carry over in one of her core course last year, so she needed to add another year to be able to pass that course. The two sisters use that moment to search for there mother in the crowd. They saw her waving and smiling at them. She sure looks like a very proud mother. " Mom! " they screamed at the same time. They ran to catch up with her. Immediately ,they hugged her at the same time as they neared her. Aunty Suwayba also hugged them back with same emotion. She teared up instantly. " My baby girls. I'm very proud of you two, very very"

Camille said with a slight smile. "Old Mrs. Moore knew that you two couldn't survive at the same time, only one could stay. But I also don't understand why Old Mrs. Moore chose to give up on you, who were healthy, and kept Sister Susan alive," Camille said softly. "As for why the Moore family had a thin line of descendants, I also don't understand. But Uncle and Aunt were loving spouses for a lifetime, yet they never had any other children again. I also don't understand why, even after the Moore family sent you away, Sister Susan still didn't survive." Yeah, there were still so many mysteries left unsolved.

"Bit of a shock." "I believe you. Shall I continue?" "Might as well," Mark replied. "As he mentioned in the letter, Mister Moore did his best to keep a discrete eye on you and your sisters while you were growing up, and he kept private files with the information for an occasion such as this. As he also said, we'd like you to come to Mister Moore private Island, where you can meet your sisters and get to know each other without any of the constraints and pressures of the outside world."

The person nagged, wrapping a warm scarf around his wife’s neck. His actions were gentle, as though he were treating the most precious treasure in the world, and in his eyes, that was exactly what she was. This man was none other than Isaac Moore, a renowned surgeon in Country A and the father of Emilia. The Moores held an equal standing with the Luxton family and were one of the top families in Spring City. Their legacy could be traced back several generations, and they had a reputation that extended beyond just their name. Isaac Moore, the current head of the Moores, was a genius in the medical field who could bring people back from the gates of hell.