Moore Sisters Novels & Stories

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

Miranda was taken aback but gladly accepted the brooch, examining it closely. Seeing Renee engage with the influential ladies, Grace felt her daughter being overshadowed. "Renee,everyone knows Mrs. Moore is from a medical background. Don't spout nonsense." Renee ignored Grace and smiled at Miranda. "Mrs. Moore, while your husband is indeed in medicine, isn't your maternal family renowned in the jewelry industry?" Miranda’s smile broadened, and she nodded in affirmation to Renee. "You're well-informed, indeed. No wonder you’re the talk of the town!"

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous. Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces. As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well. She was in denial. It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly. He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.

Every time I opened my mouth to speak, there was a trace of hesitation, a hint of quiet insecurity. I took a deep breath, but the tightness in my chest did not ease. Then, I shoved the door open. The laughter in the living room froze. All three of them turned to look at me, their smiles stiffening instantly. My mother-in-law, Melanie Collins, had a healthy flush on her cheeks. There was not a single sign of the ‘allergy’ she always complained about. Caroline was wrapped around Keith's arm, clinging to him intimately. In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy.

A moan escape Alexia mouth. "Did you just moan, my dear sister." Aaron asks, chuckling. Alexia bit her lip, ashamed she find pleasure in what her brother did. Aaron smirks, on seeing the shameful look she has in her face, he raised her skirt up, "you should stop me Alexia, cause I won't stop." He whispers in her ear, he puts a finger in a pussy, "Stop me Alexia." He said again, adding another finger in her pussy.

I, Giselle Moore, died on the day of my 21st birthday. When I peeled my eyes open again, I was no longer in the hellish basement where I'd been trapped. Instead, I was in the grand hall. I should have been the star of the night. Instead, my adopted sister, Sophia Norris, stood in my place. She had donned a new gown bejeweled with rubies and emeralds. Her sparkling attire made her the center of attention.

Noah looked at his friends and replied, “I’ve seen through her, and I told my daughter-in-law to stop being friends with her to no avail. My son, John, has given the Moore family many projects but they are still greedy. She wanted my precious grandson to marry her daughter, in her dreams.” At that time, Caroline Taylor was in the living room with her best friend, Valery Moore, chatting and laughing. They became best friends since primary school. Even though Caroline was married to the wealthiest family, they didn’t stop being friends. The Moore family businesses were supported by the Taylor family. Valery Moore’s eldest daughter, Valencia Moore, was smiling shyly at Aunt Caroline Taylor.