Moriarty Novels & Stories

Even his eyes held nothing but disdain. I was drunk that night when I slept with him, but now that I’m very sober, I realized this man looks really dangerous. He’s tall, muscular, and those biceps… oh good lord, he could have ripped me in half if he wanted. Thankfully, my limbs are still intact after that disastrous night. “Please leave, Mr. Moriarty-“ “How can I leave and let my pregnant bride marry someone else?” My knees wobbled. Everyone was shocked.

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

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.

He had tried everything possible to find out who did it but all traces led to nothing, who ever committed that crime was surely smart but that doesn't mean he has given up. He had vowed to find the culprit for both the fraud and the murder and he would stop at nothing to accomplish that. That was why he had built this secret room, to conduct his every operation and investigation. A beep sounded on one of the computers. He sat down and clicked on it. A profile appeared. A man with yellow-brownish teeth and a scarred face stared back. Mario, aged forty-five. It read. This was Don. Mouse had informed him about everything. Anthonio transferred the profile to a tracker and it started processing.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s