Moore Sisters Novels & Stories

Isabella sobbed, her spirit being crushed into the dirt with every blow. Madam Moore finally grew tired and slumped to the ground. She snarled with a hateful bitterness, "You were born with a lowly fate. You are a shadow compared to your sister. Don’t ever dream of standing among the high-ranking Alphas." Isabella bit her lip, suppressing a grief that tasted like iron. She helped Madam Moore up, her obedient appearance heart-wrenching—like a wounded cub licking the hand that broke its bones. "Mother... I will take you home."

"Hey, you have a brother that you didn't know about, so why can't I have a cousin sister too? Besides, didn't I tell you this back in Saigen City? "My mother and Aunt Eanne are twin sisters born into the Moore family. It's just that both of them ended up rebelling against their family and chose to marry outside of their homes. Aunt Eanne chose to be with Thomas' father, whereas my mother ended up with Adrian." Luna could not help sighing when she heard this. "Rianna and Eanne are both decent women. It's just sad that…" Unfortunately, neither of them had good taste in men. Thomas' father, Howard, and Adrian were equally sly, deceitful, and cunning.

James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London. "Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?" "Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace. "I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor. "Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

I asked as I fearlessly looked at every West family member. Everyone in the city knows what reputation Alex Moore has. He is only over twenty years but he has messed around with almost every girl in his pack, whether they are related to him by blood or not. Besides, he is ruthless and anyone who refuse to do his bidding, he kills them without even batting an eyelid. A lot of ladies have perished under him, and this woman actually has the guts to tell me to marry him? Why don’t she just ask me to die? “Mr. Moore, I think that you have been played. As you can see, I am no longer a member of the West pack and I have been rejected. I am still hurting from my rejection thus I don’t want to ruin y

The kids suddenly gave her a kiss. "Oh is that it?" She fake a dissapointed look. "Not only that, I have completed my design for our future house." Mark replied. "And I completed my new designs for our next collection." Moira said. Mark and Moira were just six years old twins a reminder of what hardship she had to endure after leaving Santa Elena. On the run from the influence of Tristan Hewitt. "Mark, Moira come let your mother rest from a long trip she must be exhausted" Helen Hayes told the kids. She was Nicole's paternal grandmother who she never knew existed until after her father's death.

"Check the dates on the subsidiary filings, Mrs. Moore. Helena Moore doesn't play games she hasn't already won. She bankrupted your father to buy you. And Gideon? He just sat back and watched the acquisition." She picked up her box and walked toward the exit, leaving me standing in the shadows of the hall. The silence of Moore Crest returned, but it wasn't empty anymore. It was screaming.

At the moment, I know we have gone past that stage and I really like what we have but being caught will take us right back into that phase. I tap on contact and search for the name "Mr Moore" There is nothing like Mr. Moore. Instead, four different name suggestions popped down. The first is just Moore The second is Christine Moore The third is Vanessa Moore and the last is Andre Moore. I need no soothsayer to tell me this is what I am looking for. Since Andre is here too, then it means Christine is her father's name while Vanessa is her mother's.

"Old man, I told you before that I am not your miss. You must have the wrong person." The old man was Chris Moore, who claimed to be the Moore family's butler, and the Moore family was well-known in the business circle on the Yellow Sea Continent. They were in various industries, covering more than a dozen cities on the Yellow Sea Continent, and they were rather powerful.

Even through a renewed burst of howling she could hear his gasp. There was nothing to do but look. It took maybe a couple of seconds to walk to the edge, but each second expanded into hours’ worth of memory. Mama and Dad; Granny Olga; her schoolroom with a scratched blackboard and chalk dust on the floor; the ceremony of three candles; the lost notebook; Tattie . . . Yes, Tattie as she had seen her last. Eyeless. With a bleeding hole in her chest. She looked down. The pit was filled with corpses.

Veronica was severely burned, and in her desperation, she took James down with her. By the time everything was over, Monica and I had already moved on to our next destination. The view ahead was even better.