Moriarty The Patriot Light Novels & Stories

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Flicking his lighter, he lit the tip right in front of Amora. Maverick exhaled smoke into the air, looking indifferent and completely unapologetic for everything he had done. The cold dominance on his fierce face returned once more, as freezing as ice ready to consume the rest of Amora’s life.

I didn't recognize the jacket at all, and that wrongness registered before anything else did — plain, unmarked, deliberately unremarkable, the kind of clothing built specifically not to be identified. Mira pulled his wallet from an inner pocket with two gloved fingers and held the ID up to the light. I recognized the face immediately, even scowling and pressed sideways against tile. I'd seen it in a personnel file three nights ago, cross-referenced against Harlan's eastern border rotation, flagged as one of his most trusted junior warriors — a man who, according to every schedule Reid had pulled, was supposed to be three hundred miles north at Moonlight's eastern outpost tonight, not standin

Thankfully, there are only a few villagers here, and they don’t seem to mind us at all. Morgan himself doesn’t seem to mind having us here. In fact, he delivers us a hefty plate of eggs, bread, cured meat, and baked beans. I start eating, mostly to have an excuse to not talk, but eventually, I enjoy the taste. Morgan sits with us, drinking from a big mug full of beer. “So, what do you young men sell?” “Armor,” Carlos answers, and I internally thank him for his quick wit. “I recognize the flags you were putting up. It’s for Alpha Tristan, right? The leader of the Moonlight Grove Pack?”

" I heard fast footsteps. They were coming my way! I forced my eyes open, feeling a new strength. I followed them but only saw Adrian and his crew rushing into the casino. His Underboss, Jack, spotted me. "Mr. Lyon, a woman escaped during all the confusion." Adrian scowled, glanced at the dirt on me, and looked away, not giving me another thought. "This doesn't matter! Just deal with it. I need to find Fiona now." 'I am Fiona. I'm right here!' I wanted to scream. However, when I tried to speak, only blood spilled out. My face was a mess of blood and so swollen I did not even look like myself anymore. Adrian did not even recognize me.

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.

One of them being the shooting that killed Liam, they still hadn't found out who did it, whoever did it covered their tracks very good, not even Matteo could trace them He was going to have that meeting with Liam's second in command today, it was even almost time as he brought out a cigarette stick and lit it up, he placed it in his mouth, inhaling the nicotine scent of it and feeling the smoke burn through his chest. Batroix was still unconscious and he still hadn't found a way to go around the problem of arms, since his official arms dealer was shot that night too. Not that he couldn't just find himself another arms dealer but he needed someone he could trust, someone as reliable as Martin

“A good suggestion, but no.” “Besides, Marcel Damiano is helping us out,” Jonathan sneered. “The future second walking around dressed as a woman, and not even a respectable woman - a flamboyant slut in short and too-tight dresses. The Morrison pack are watching on in horror and wondering what their future holds if Reid Morrison doesn’t look beyond his friendship and come to his senses that Marcel Damiano is not suitable as a second.”

Lorena Athenarose Ganlasa, also known as Lory, is a talkative and clumsy woman who unexpectedly encounters a familiar yet mysterious man, Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, an ex-military captain and the head of the Italian-Russian Mafia known as La Nera Bratva, one of the most feared crime syndicates. Phoenix is a close friend of Dark Smith and a notorious sniper. He is aloof, timid, and dangerous.

" Secretive. I like that, makes it fun to open you up. " Lightning remembered the flash and picked it up. She inserted it into the right port and then opened it. A grin filled her throat when the contents began to fill the screen. Naughty, Naughty, she whispered staring excitedly at the screen. She clicked one of the images and immediately a sex video started to play. The man in the video was easily recognizable but the woman Lightning didn't know her. " This must be the reason the senator needed Percy's services, " Lightning murmured as she shut off the video to avoid waking Carolyn up. She stared at the screen as her mind contemplated her next step.