Murphy Macmanus Novels & Stories

Jacob yelled before the staff could say anything, "I know you are from the club. You are famous on the Internet, right? I suggest you go immediately, or the guards will have to drag you out later.” Mona didn't listen and sent Williams a message. Mr. Murphy was increasingly furious when she ignored him. He walked by the staff and was going to pull her. Mona looked at him coldly, seized his finger, and twisted it down. "Didn't anyone tell you not to touch others casually?" Even though she was a woman, Mr. Murphy’s aura made him look away without thinking. Mr. Murphy was ashamed and yelled, "Where is your invitation? You don't even have one. Get out of here!"

"We met Maggie at NYU the other day. Very impressive resume and recommendations as you can see. She also knocked the interview out of the park." He paused, smiling at her again. "Maggie, these guys are my partners Brian Murphy and James Metheny. Murph was on vacation last week," he continued, indicating the man to his immediate left. He was blond and slightly balding and he seemed to Maggie to be a little older than Michael. "And Jimbo is just getting back on his feet from surgery." The man to Murphy's left seemed about fifteen years older than Michael, thin grey hair crowning a face that was pale, but that might have been the result of being ill.

What if he was very ugly? Naomi carried her clothes and arrived in front of the bed. She untied her bathrobe, and took out a black shirt from inside, and a skirt that reached to her knees. Her long hair was tied up behind her head, and in an instant, she looked as though she had been a queen. Naomi Murphy, as the CEO of the Murphy Real Estate Group. She was the only daughter of the Murphy family. "Boss, were you alright last night?" Madison asked softly.

"Marco loves seeing everyone." "Can I play with Uncle Murphy's dog?" Marco asked excitedly. "If Uncle Murphy says yes." "He always says yes." Murphy had gotten a dog last year. Claimed it was for security. Everyone knew he just wanted companionship. The tough former enforcer had become surprisingly soft in peacetime. His leg had healed as much as it would. The limp was permanent. But he walked without crutches now. Ran the legitimate security consulting business the family had started. Helped other companies protect themselves legally. Ethically.

Alpha Murphy was saying, before he got interrupted by Beta Hogan. "Oh shit! What the fuck!" He said and Alpha Murphy turned to the computer and saw Megan sucking on Beta Hogan's shaft. "What?" He said. "I swear, I had no idea." Beta Hogan said. "I know. Megan is so unbelievable. What the fuck." Alpha Murphy said and stomped out of the office. Beta Hogan immediately shut down the computer and went after him.

“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

she exhaled. "Gosh, why should you bother about that when you're not even a cop in the first place? Okay fine, the papers are genuine and correct." he explained. "Good and fine." she replied. "I'm Broderick Murphy from Boxiton, western Los Bahamas. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." he said, with such a reassuring smile. Likewise extending his right hand to shake hers which she reluctantly gave.

He said sarcastically. "Are y-you... are...you...you... are...you... h-hom..." I stuttered, with shock. I couldn't even finish my sentence. Everything suddenly made sense.. "I do not understand why you're making it sound as if I murdered a man..." "Did you hear about that man from Leicester who was caught being immoral a few years ago. He was charged with buggery and indecent touching, his career derailed, he spent three months in jail before being signed into a lunatic asylum... after that he spent the latter part of it destitute, penniless and struggling with alcoholism. He eventually committed suicide." I added in a pleading voice hoping to somewhat change his mind. "Is that what you want

“While that was interesting and entertaining, I'm afraid I have to ask you what you really want or otherwise ask you to get out.” Murphy stopped laughing at once, and his mood suddenly changed in an eerie way. The smile was wiped clean off his face, and his eyes burned with a malicious and maniacal rage. “You think you're smart, yeah?” His voice dropped to a growl. “You think you've weaseled your way out of this situation with Jonathan Monroe, but trust me, there's more to come, and it's gonna come swift and fast and hit you so hard by the time you realize what hit you, you'll be six feet under already!”

Most of the workers here knew me, and the ones who didn’t still knew better than to ask questions. The man I was after sat where he always did, on an upturned crate beside a pile of old lobster pots, a hand rolled cigarette burning low between his fingers. Fergus MacBride had been running “unofficial” dock ledgers longer than I’d been alive. “Fergus,” I called, my boots hitting the damp boards with a steady thump.