Moriarty Novels & Stories

Just me, Damian, the three thugs, and a growing cloud of fury that hung thick in the air. The silence was shattered by the sound of the front door creaking open again. I turned my head slightly, my gun never moving from the hostage's temple. A man walked in, followed by two more bodyguards. He wore a tailored black suit, black gloves, and dark sunglasses. But even without seeing his eyes, I knew who he was. Santiago Morales. The notorious Don of the Morales crime family. I had heard stories about him. Stories of what he did to men who crossed him.

They were in town to bury the body of Anthony. Another name that resurfaced in my thoughts was Manto "The Butcher" Moretti, an African drug dealer. He was a member of a powerful drug cartel who had betrayed my father by leaking sensitive information to the enemies. My father considered loyalty as one of the most important virtues, and betrayal was met with swift and brutal punishment. The Butcher met his end at the hands of my father's loyal enforcers.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

Monika Cvurka………………………………………… Dog-walker Caroline Brett………………………………………….. Dr Brett’s wife Anjelica Ebbi………………………………………… Translator for Public Health England Christopher Rice………………………………………. MI6 Sir William Frederick Patterson……………………….. Chairman of JIC. Madame Charlotte Julien………………………………. French Lawyer Claude Duvall………………………………………….. Ex-French Policeman THE FOURTEEN Robbie Chase…………………………………………Property developer (Suicide) Igor Akinfeev………………………………………… Russian Businessman (Suicide)

He gulped and cleared his throat before going on. "I was unable to watch how my father was abusing Anthony, but even after that, I lacked the confidence to intervene. I couldn't help but raise my rifle when he ordered his guards to kill him dead, though. I was aware that someone would undoubtedly turn out to be a traitor and would kill your father to make money and come in good books of my father. So I decided to shoot him in the legs so that my father could leave him alive before anyone could do it. But someone shot him from behind before I could even draw the trigger, and the identity of the assailant is still unknown. The camera didn't even manage to record anything, so we are not sure wh

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

He said, sheepishly. “Who in the hell did you hack?” She growled. “MI6.” Said a voice from the entrance of the club. Margo and Dex turned to face the man that they had followed a few nights ago. Margo sighed as she face palmed and shook her head. She couldn’t believe that they had been caught hacking the MI6 employee records. “You dumb ass!” She hissed. “Sit.” He grunted. “I’m gonna kill you if we get out of this alive.” She growled, glaring at him as they sat down.

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

She giggled as she realize how potent the narcotic drug she made was. "How was it to feel powerless for once, Mathias?" Morrigan's cold reverberated around the room. She leaned by the door, her hands behind her shutting the door. And despite the darkness that looms inside the room, Mathias tried to lift his head but he could only see the blurred figure of a woman standing by the door. But he knows who it was clearly, with her sweet voice reverberating around the room there was no mistake it was Morrigan. Mathias could feel the cold aura surrounding her, different from the young lady he saw earlier by the garden. Despite having the same sweet voice, the voice he heard is cold and dry. Uninter

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face like it was a happy memory and my chewing seized as I looked at Octavious who had just admitted to me that he killed someone, "I didn't think twice and didn't hesitate. I felt absolutely nothing as I pointed the gun to Billy's head and shot him twice." He shrugged casually, easily lifting the spoon to my mouth but I couldn't part my lips, frozen and shaken to the core at his confession. He didn't react, but I knew the fear was evident on my face, "anyways, the bottom of the story is, we took over the gang and we ended up killing a lot of people. I was thirsty for blood while your father got cold feet and wanted to back out. If you remember, my little star