Moriarty Novels & Stories

Five minutes later, a petite blonde haired woman ushered him into the doctor's office. "Morgan Drake I presume? Thank you for coming. Please have a seat." Morgan sat down in a comfy single sofa. He glanced around the tastefully decorated room and finally settled his gaze on the doctor that sat across him. In spite of his age Doctor Seymour Moriarty had a full head of grey hair and a moustache that almost rivalled his head of hair in terms of volume and colour intensity. He wore a tawny brown two-piece suit, a white shirt, black-tie and black brogue shoes that were well polished.

he then let out a frustrated sigh and took a bite of his burger. “You have got yourself some Moriarty there.” the detective commented. “And here I thought Tevyat would not meet his Moriarty ever.” he added. It was an ongoing narrative in the police force, especially in the detective's department: they they would have a Rebecca case, a Moriarty and a wild goose chase case once in their career. Many speculated that Azrick would not have one since he performs well and is regarded the best one. But then again, they will have their own in the right time.

He still had every intention of collecting. I couldn't give him what he wanted, though, because what he wanted was my mother's legacy. This house. The land. All of it. He'd even pay me for it, at least the portion my father didn't owe him. Moriarty was a business developer. Well, that was the legitimate front. He had a way of getting what he wanted and didn't have any problem using whatever means he needed to. When Stephen had told me to call the police and let them handle it, he didn't realize Moriarty had the police on his payroll. I'd have to deal with him, and I couldn't have Veronica be a part of that.

Evan asked. "Do you know who this is?" Morgan threw a picture of a man with a pair of snakes tattooed on his arm. Evan took the photo and looked at it. "Where do you recognise this demon-serving Mafia? No one recognises his face, only his hands are a clue." "He's Roy Erwin! Russian Mafia. He's currently trying to hack into everything I own! You know what you have to do! Jonathan has organised a tactic for you!" "It's not free man!" Evan replied with a smile.

, I spoke, "I got the information that Nicholas Monet, also known as Simon Morris is a certified con artist and a sexual pervert who moved from place to place to find his victim. He already become a 'wanted' person in France and the authorities are continuously in search of him." "Thank you for the information, Detective. Please keep me updated about this person", I said as I ended the call. I let out a prolonged sigh while my fist involuntary tightened as the name Simon Morris persistently echoed in my head. He was that fucking asshole who sought to exploit Vera before and his demonic face was vividly haunting in my thoughts. My phone rang again and it was my best friend Vince. He had been

"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.

“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?”

He winced and that awakened the drowsy Alpha. "Callum". He murmured looking at him. Callum saw him trying to smile. But fainted again... ********* Tabby

TITLE: MISTAKEN PREY SYNOPSIS ***On what should have been the happiest day of my life, I was not only betrayed by the one I trusted most, but found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would end up as the despised captive of Hector Morales—the feared, ruthless and blood—thirsty Mafia King. RUBY MARTINEZ ——— ***For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of the moment I would finally take my revenge on Don Gray and destroy everything that he holds dear.

The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor. As for what happens behind closed doors in their red bedrooms? I couldn’t care less. I have no intention of getting involved with any of them.