Novel & Cerita Moriarty

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

CHAPTER TWO Antonio Morano sat at the built-in-bar in his penthouse, gazing out at the city's twinkling landscape. The whiskey in his glass cast a golden glow, mirroring the turmoil brewing within. His mind drifted to the woman he'd seen earlier. Her innocent smile and haunting green eyes like a specter. six years ago, on this very day, his mother's assassination had shattered his world. The memory still seared his mind, his mother's lifeless body, the sound of gunfire, and the face of the culprit.

Heather was still suspicious of the Moriartys, especially when she saw Caleb being in contact with Tony a few days ago—it made her all the more suspicious of the Moriarty Family. “You are too sensitive about the Moriartys.” Matthias didn’t think it was the Moriartys’ work. After all, he had secretly contacted the family. The Moriartys wouldn’t do unnecessary things like this. “Are you very familiar with the Moriarty family? Why would you think it wasn’t their work?” Heather had always tried to avoid men

“So, he is different, and you need him?” “Yes, Dimitri and I saw the man, he… He is one of us.” On the eve of her wedding day, Skylark found herself face-to-face with Moriarty and the enigmatic figure known as Maxwell. The two vampires had requested a meeting with her, their intent veiled in secrecy. It was no ordinary gathering; they needed to discuss a matter of utmost importance: the man imprisoned in their midst who had once been on the brink of becoming Amanda's minion. Maxwell, a berserker capable of controlling his formidable power, had played an unexpected role in Skylark's life, ultimately aiding her when she needed it most. Now, as they convened to d

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

"Lilith Rumero” Everything ground to a halt. Full stop. “Lilith?” Lilith laughed awkwardly. “That’s right. You can … um. You can save the jokes.” She tucked her golden curls behind her ears, bright eyes darting around the auditorium. “I’ve heard them all.” Lorenzo didn’t get this far on his own believing in coincidences. And that surname was far too uncommon. The only other person he had ever met named Rumero was the asshole who had tried to take everything from him.

" He must have been so annoyed because he looked impassive. There was no doubt that in his head he was already planning on how to kill me. Arden Wayne Moretti. That was his name. How would I forget? He was the first man to ever touch me the way he did, and most of all, the very first man I ever stole money from. His name was carved in my head forever and even if I wanted to erase that, I couldn't.