Moriarty The Patriot Light Novels & Stories

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

" Behind him, his stoic bodyguard whipped out a tablet and tapped the screen. A crisp surveillance video popped up on the lounge's screen. There was Calvin, all sneaky-like, switching the samples with Rebecca and Joanna's names on them. When the video stopped, the room went dead quiet. "Jo, hear me out, I just got mixed up, okay? Think about the good times we've had..." Calvin pleaded. "The good times?" Right then, the door flew open, and in marched the staff, uniforms and all. The head cop, a middle-aged guy with a serious vibe, said, "Ms. Smith, you're under suspicion for a whole list of nasty stuff: planning a kidnapping, hurting people on purpose, and even hiring a hitman. Time to come w

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

As he came up to us, I got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin that radiated under the sun and he moved so gracefully like royalty. His eyes were deep amber and he had a perfect body. I sighed, what was worse than having three hot men as mates? He stopped right in front of me and took my hand. I felt sparks inside of me as I made contact with him. My stomach suddenly developed butterflies as I felt a tinge of sensation as his hands held mine. "Hey baby, I am Damon, Alpha of Midnight Pack", he said while searching my face. Shit…another alpha. "Mia", I muttered. He nodded his head and looked towards my other mate, "I guess we are all sharing one mate". They laughed.

I am not well endowed on the chest my breast being a B cup I do though know I have a banging body with my flat tummy flaring out hips and nice ass that I can't wait to bounce while i ride Mr Parker's dick. Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this.

jason growled, "Your father did this!!, he killed my blood!, he killed my-" "Your daughter is alive!" jason shouted in anger, Marxis choked back a sob as he stared at jason wide eyed, "Yes!, MY mother saved YOUR daughter!, MY stepsister!" he shouted, Marxis stood up on weak legs, "How?" He asked, "With my help" a loud voice resounded in the hall as a bright light blinded us all, It cleared to show him, jasons’ godfather, Aether.. The other light gods appeared, Loathem, wafrer, toraine, vulrak, tafrel, perilia, and others,

But seeing the soft smile on her face and how her heart fluttered made her happy she hardly saw her smile since the death of her parents and the beginning of her torture, but it was different now, who knew being in the arms of her mate would bring back that angelic smile. ____ Alex trailed through the hallway taking slow steps in the dark as he used his wolf vision to walk through, their had been a sudden black out in the pack house and it's been over an hour since the lights went of again and it still hasn't been restored, he knew Damien had gone to check it but he hasn't returned yet he was getting slightly worried about it, he turned at a corner arriving at the hallway leading to the Ligh

Considering how large this place is, I can't figure out why there's no guards anywhere. "Hey. LADY!" a desperate voice calls out. I stop my stride and spin around. There in another cell, is a sadistic looking man with platinum-dyed blonde hair, eyes such a light blue their nearly white, and a tall, stringy body. The man points to my hand which is clutching the keys tightly. "Let me outta here and I'll show you a good time, baby." He grins and walks to the door, pressing himself against it. "Trust me," he whispers. "I know how to treat a woman."

"Didn't I make myself clear? Peter Palmer could die today, tomorrow, or in a month. I don’t care about saving a Palmer. I owe nothing to that family." "Alright, sir!" "Before you go, how’s Frederick doing? Has he handed over all the information he has?" "Yes, the man had plenty of data, apparently all provided by Peter Palmer." Anthony Moriarty stared at his assistant with a deadly gaze. The assistant seemed to not understand that he didn’t care if that Palmer had redeemed himself. He was still a Palmer, and to Judge Moriarty, all the Palmers were nothing but scum in the country, disguised as rich people.

He noticed the man's expression was astonished and said, “Do you know what the Starlight organization is? That girl is the only girl in the Starlight organization.” When he heard Zack's words, the man was shaken and couldn't do anything else. All that man could do was give up and rot in prison. On the other hand, the liberated Lux ​​was. She turned her head behind her and saw the little girl shivering from the cold from the ice. Then, Lux removed her black jacket from her body and she walked over to the little girl. Lux put a jacket on the little girl and she smiled gently, “Sorry for making you cold, little girl.” Lux stroked the little girl's head gently.