Moriarty Novels & Stories

Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open. A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed. I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers. His badge read ROHAN DANIEL. Explained the sharp features. Indian, maybe. My hand slipped into my pocket, my fingers brushing the steel hidden there. My tone stayed even. “Is there a problem?”

“That boy, I need to know who his mother is.” I turned the wheels, smoothly curving through the sharp bend on the road “Do you I look like a hacker to you?” “Don't play games with me Alduro?” “Games?” He chuckled. “You are asking me to find medical records he would have have properly and decoratively sealed. Surveillance I can do. Murder I can do but not hacking.” I literally growled at him before I let out a deep exhale. He was right. “Give me a name.” “Montolo. I hope you still have a breathing account because dude will suck you dry.”

The blood on the bandage around his sleeve had already congealed into a dark brown color. Russell poured the materials from the Manila envelope onto the bar counter. Photos, medical records, and transfer records spread out noisily. "Mr. Moriarty, as you guessed, it was Dorian Lamont who used a black card to spend seven figures. He bribed the crematorium's incineration group leader and secretly took Miss Hammond's body away."

Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino. Usually, these meetings end with her going after some target and getting blood on her hands. She let out a deep sigh, turning her back to the window. She grabbed her cell phone and a gun, leaving her apartment in the same minute. She sped her car through the busy streets of New York City, experiencing a fine drizzle. Before reaching the shed where the organization meets, Morgana bought two coffees. One for herself and the other for Daryl. She parked in front of the shed, going inside with the coffees in hand. Inside, everything was as it had always been. In fact, abandon

“What do you want from me?” “You’re aware of your father’s…profession?” Mia sighed deeply. “I know he’s the Avtoritet under the Pakhan of the Varnakov bratva, which makes him about number-three in their hierarchy, but I don’t know specifics. If you’ve brought me here to gain some kind of advantage, or obtain information, you’re out of luck. I want nothing to do with him or the russkaya mafiya.” “Hmm.” Shane gestured to a wet bar. “Drink?”

Focus, focus, she chastised herself. Another page, another face. And then, upon the turn of another page, the man's eyes jumped out at her. His hair and eyes looked like Parker's, but this man had a full beard and wore a navy turtleneck. The name at the bottom was not Parker Cavendish but Albert Morrow. What the he- Ronnie booted her computer and logged into the National Police Database, assured she'd find something on Albert Morrow. But nothing came up. She'd found out a lot about Parker Cavendish and couldn't understand why there was nothing on Albert, especially since he had a wanted poster.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

Then black. Is Malachi dead? I scrambled for my purse that was on the nightstand. I dump everything on my bed. Lipstick, compact, and Phone. No wallet. I didn’t bring it. My phone is dead. Of course it is. I jam the charger in with shaking hands and wait for the screen to light up. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing from Amelia. Nothing from anyone who should be losing their mind that I disappeared from a crime scene. I was about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hand. Someone was calling but it was a private Number.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.