Moriarty Novels & Stories

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.

Lacey asks him and he chuckles lightly, as if this were no serious matter. “Yeah, sure. I told them that the motel would be empty tonight until late. I even went so far as to request a night off for an officer that suddenly feared that he had food poisoning.” He looks back towards the window. “So if I am right, I think that within the next few hours, the killer will be revealed to us.” “Do you want to tell us which officer that you think might be the killer?” Lacey asks him but he shakes his head. “No, because if I am wrong then I would have inadvertently cast doubt on a good officer. Things like that can ruin a career faster than you can blink your eyes.” Marty says and they all nod, unders

The Bianchi Brothers officially handed the care of their sister to me at her wedding, so it would be my fault if anything happened to her. "I found something!" Jaybie announced. We left the files we were searching for and walked to join him at his computer desk. "So I took a picture of the man at the auction and did a face recognition search, but didn't find any. So I ran a search in our database, the one that holds all the information of people in the underworld. With a little change in the color of his hair, I found just one match. Montana Watkins, leader of a group of highly intelligent assassins, the one that has been paid a lot of money to end your life, Mordecai." "Oh, so they took her

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

Instead, he looked directly at the camera with an expression so cold and calculating that it sent an uncomfortable chill through me. Arthur's face lost what little color remained. "I know him," he whispered. The confession immediately drew everyone's attention. Detective Morris straightened, clearly sensing the importance of Arthur's reaction, while Aliya looked up from the photograph without saying a word. Arthur stared at the image for several long seconds before rubbing a weary hand across his face. "His name is Victor Hale," he finally said. "Margaret always described him as an investor, but that was never the truth." His voice became quieter with every sentence. "Victor financed operati

The girl’s eyes darted left and right, but then she spoke, her voice quiet but sure. “Eunice Morgan is currently being interrogated by Detective Marcus Hale. He is a sadist. His mother was kidnapped and killed five years ago in Texas, a city in America, by some women who claimed to be rich and independent. Ever since then, he has been sad and angry. He hates any woman who seems to be doing well by themselves. His mind is twisted, and because of this, he sends everyone to prison without a chance.” Her words made me smirk again. A normal person might have asked why a detective with such a twisted mindset was still allowed to remain in position. But I wasn’t normal. I wasn’t concerned about fai

"I hate repeating mys; I'mI'm gonna ask you one more t:me, HOW. DID. YOU. LOCATE. THIS. PLACE" "You are a no fool to think I would tell you anything" "You made your choice then" Nicholas nodded to one of the men who moved forward and chopped the man's head. The remaining two men watched as the man's head rolled onto the ground. "Are you ready to talk" he looked at the remaining men. "I'm not s,ure but I thisomeone is working for Adrian ,I, I think he was the one that gave the order" One man said shivering with fear.

Mrs. Moss looked hopeful when she saw the person coming. “Detain this woman, Morgan. Keep her in jail for the rest of her life so she can’t bring evil onto this world again.” “Calm down, Aunty,” the man said. His name was Morgan Moss, Jason’s elder cousin, the chief of the North District Police Department, the youngest chief ever. He had a stern face, tough look, tall body stature, and he was wearing a black and blue uniform with golden epaulettes that glinted under the light. Morgan and Jason looked much alike, just that Morgan was more handsome in the traditional sense.

One that warned me of danger, but I didn't know whether it was of him or something else entirely. But then I could see the strain that was in his face, the way he clenched his hand. The way his cheek twitched. He was angry and I could tell that he was doing his best to try and not show it to his pack members, though I did not understand why he was caring about a bunch of rogues. They often tried to do something like this. They often tried to break in. Why would he care about that? Why would he bother himself about that? The sigil carved into the rogue’s chest gleamed dark and cruel against the torchlight. I stared at the moment too long. Got it, Trying to figure out what it meant. It was a m