Murdoc Novelas e Histórias

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

"You're right, I'll have a cup of coffee and go over there later to see if he needs anything..." I did exactly what I said I was going to do, but it took me an hour or so. Taking ant bites out of my bread so that the coffee would never end, and I wouldn't have to participate in yet another drama of a stolen drug shipment or the death of someone who broke some rule. Mirella came in excited, full of bags, and with a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. "Where did you go?" I asked good-naturedly

I paused again and took a deep breath because I didn’t expect that it would slip from my mouth because I don’t want them to know about the murderer because it is me even if it is not the real “me” “The way he was murdered… I saw it… everything and I was surprised to see it in the news about the man who got murdered… I think he is trying to connect with me too… like the girl that I told you before” I said. Luna scratches her head and flips her hair while looking at me. I don’t know if she is reading me or trying to feel me by looking at me. “And we need to know about what happened to the girl because we made her a subject in our school project and we only have one month for that… that is why

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Focus, focus, she chastised herself. Another page, another face. And then, upon the turn of another page, the man's eyes jumped out at her. His hair and eyes looked like Parker's, but this man had a full beard and wore a navy turtleneck. The name at the bottom was not Parker Cavendish but Albert Morrow. What the he- Ronnie booted her computer and logged into the National Police Database, assured she'd find something on Albert Morrow. But nothing came up. She'd found out a lot about Parker Cavendish and couldn't understand why there was nothing on Albert, especially since he had a wanted poster.

“…in the next 15 minutes.” “Understood, Sir.” Anna nodded and hurried out of the office. I watched her leave, and then picked up the file containing details from the Jonathan Vs Murdock case and began to flip through. Jonathan Monroe was another green snake, a political figure involved in discreet criminal acts. I had been on his tail for quite a while now but just couldn't pin him down with concrete evidence, but now, the walls were finally closing in, I could feel it.

Moana “She’s with me.” The bouncer whipped around to face the man standing on the stairs. I stood there, my eyes wide, as I realized that the man who was mysteriously helping me get into the bar was the same man who had almost hit me with his car on the street and then promptly threw me a wad of cash like I was a beggar: Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I considered just turning around and leaving, but before I could, Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

He pressed his influence, both within his mafia empire and throughout the city, to unearth any trace of the man's whereabouts. In the shadows of the city's underbelly, alliances were tested, and deals struck. Abaddon's reputation cast a long, unyielding shadow, and even those who might possess knowledge of the intruder dared not withhold it. Finally, a breakthrough materialized, a name whispered in the darkest corners of the criminal underworld. The intruder who had violated Aurelia's sanctuary bore the name Marco Evans. Initial findings painted him as an inconspicuous figure—a career criminal with a penchant for burglary and a lengthy rap sheet of misdemeanors. He had no connections to crim