Moriarty Novels & Stories

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

What's the matter of being straight forward if the Detective is already wearing that unfriendly frown on his forehead. "What do you mean gone?" Detective Won almost growled at him with his gritted teeth. "Jacob Morales, Tommy Madison, George Lee and Justine Adrian are fake names. They were never part of the authorities. The files that they passed to us were all fake even the seal. We contacted the Queensland police department and they confirmed that those four bastards aren't registered. Jacob Morales living in Australia is in Canberra and a 57 year old owner of a shoe store. The Justine Adrian in Australia lives here in Queensland but he's only a 7 year old grade school student. And there a

“What’s going on with Adele, Mo?” “Nothing. I made it up to get us out of there,” Morris admitted. “The last thing you and I need is to be around federal agents. They’re worse than the cops.” Morris was a drug dealer. He made no bones about it, but he wasn’t arrogant enough to wave it in the face of authority. Plus, he knew Anthony specialized in fake IDs and paperwork. He thought Margo was legit, but she had been known to buy a little weed every now and again from Morris. Margo and Bobbi liked to spark one up from time to time. Anthony dropped Morris off at a less than stellar club located in the other part of the city. Anthony had told him that he was going to drop Margo off at home and th

"How can you forget Volkan? The pack's slu* who else? She even lied saying you pardoned her crime." "Who..who are you talking about Charlotte? I didn't have such orders!" "Oh really....she was a thin girl with boring brown eyes....her long hair were unusual..other than that she was average." Long hair ....brown eyes...no...it can't be! "What...what was her name...hmm something with T....yaa... Thora" I go still my grip on her loosening. The feeling...it was telling me this....it was Thora...it always was her....sh**!

In many ways, Mr Navpreet made a perfect Dr Watson, the guy who chronicled Sherlock’s pursuits, which in this case was the inspector himself. ‘Yes, the evidence is damning,’ agreed the inspector, leaning back on his chair, with the coffee mug in his hand. ‘Almost everybody has an alibi between 5.10 and 5.15, except Anubhav. But, the thing with circumstantial evidence is that it is always tricky. It might point towards one particular person but if you change your point of view a little, it can point towards a different person altogether. But, I must confess – at this juncture everything points towards Anubhav.’ He paused, sipping his coffee, ‘There is a saying in the army, if your attack is g

" 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.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

When I got to the door I smoothed out my gown and put on a remorseful expression. "Oh my God I'm so sorry I'm this late, the traffic was bad," I apologized, feigning remorse. "That's fine Miss Quinton we didn't wait for too long," a middle-aged man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair whom I assumed was the lawyer said. "I'm John Morton, Mr. Forbes' Lawyer," he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I politely took it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Morton, I'm Giordana Quinton, although I'm sure you must be aware of that by now," I replied smoothly.

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.