Moriarty Novels & Stories

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.

Helma bit her lip, thinking about the other leads she had—not just the body. Morgan was on the case too, trying to pin down who that knockout lady pulling the strings was. The dead guy in grey was no amateur; he knew his way around a crossbow, which meant he was not just some low-level goon in their gang. If that stunning lady was calling the shots for him, she had to be pretty high up the ladder. Morgan had a snapshot, and with that, cracking this case should be a breeze.

With their guns drawn, my team circled the man on the ground. “Who is it?” I was unable to get a good view of the person's face. “It’s Moretti.” Arrow confirmed. Fuck! Lorenzo Moretti was the key to getting to Ricci. “The place was attacked before we got here.” Badger added. “It looks like they didn’t want any loose ends.” Buddha concluded. “No signs of life.” I cursed and ran my hands through my long brown hair. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. I’ve been a phantom since as long as I can remember. Always listening, but not being seen. I was a pro at staying quiet and unseen. I've always had a passion for computer programming and hacking. My mothers last words always in the

Damien Yves Étienne's POV I, Damien Yves Étienne, am known as 'Python' in the Mafia world because, like a python who wraps coils of its body around its prey and squeezes tight, I slowly wrap my prey until I devour. My family has a long history of Mafias, so now is the time for me to make a move and prove my worth in this dark and dangerous world.

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

We can go get our people. “Something you want to add, Maxy” I say with sarcasm. “The stupid rat bastard” He says as his eyes flash. “He is a dragon by the name of Morbius. He works as one of the lackies inside of the facility. Its who I got the first coordinates from a few days ago. I already have a team assembled. With your permission first” He rushes to add.

Evelyn had been living a hard life. She had many enemies around her that were waiting for her downfall. However, she happened to stumble upon a book that had turned her life upside down. When she woke up, she found herself being transported inside the world that she had happened to read. What's more, she found out that her adoptive parents had sold her off to the infamous psychopathic villain in their city. Can she escape from the hands of the infamous psychopathic villain? Or would she willingly submit herself to him?

"Because people who are rescued from terrifying abductions are usually deeply depressed. They are trapped in severe trauma and are terrified of their own shadows. But you... you seem so strangely relaxed. You seem so completely unharmed that I honestly highly doubt you were actually kidnapped by a monster." "Uh... he..." I stammered, completely unsure of what to say. No matter how close Lexi and I were, no matter how many dark secrets we shared, I absolutely could not tell her his name. I couldn't tell her he was a ruthless mafia boss. I couldn't tell her he was the only man whose dark presence could instantly cure my panic attacks. "See? You're completely lost in thoughts about him again!"

Apparently, in order to get the crystal, he had killed a disobedient arms dealer. “He won’t suspect you. He’ll just think that this is God’s punishment for his sin,” I whispered. Damian Morrety. That name meant absolute rule in Zolnah’s underground. He was the sole heir of the Morrety family, a huge criminal empire that had seized control over the borders of the far east and Auropa. As for me, I was just a dirt-covered weed who crawled out of the slums at the borders. According to the rumors, our union was a real-life mafia fairy tale.

. That is why I hurriedly went to my father’s room and checked for the possible box that I used to hide the black notebook. I rushed to the room while my mother and Nana Salve were wondering about me. When I reached inside the room, I locked the door just to find the box. Until I suddenly remembered about the Vault that my father has inside his cabinet. I opened the cabinet and I found the vault and I immediately opened it because I know how to unlock it and I was amazed when I saw the notebook there. My heart starts to beat fast again in excitement. I feel like I was finally myself when I saw the notebook. I saw the cutter too. I grabbed it with a notebook and stared at it. The bloodstain