Pretty Secrets Em Moore Novels & Stories

I cut him off, “Clumzy Pen is one of Evens Moore’s pen names. And Sebastian just mentioned something about a piece that man wrote somewhere. Ohh, Evens Moore, he is a papar-” “Famous scandal digger, I know,” Damian nods, laughing when he notices my cocked eyebrows, “Let’s just say, he is a regular cast in my line of work.” Of course that kind of man is buried in lawsuits. “But what does any of these have to do with me?” I turn around to look for Evens Moore, but he is nowhere to be found. That man has the ability to remain invisible under your nose when he digs up your deepestly buried secrets.

he asked. "Are you referring to the President's office desk?" The brown-haired man nodded. "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know. I'm just the Human Resources secretary, not the Management secretary," she replied with a faint smile and took the girl's hand. "If you're asking about Miss West... I'm sorry to say she won't be her secretary."

All thanks to Luigi motherfucking Gonzalez. I haven't seen Alessio since the funeral, I did go there to see him. I even offered him a hug which was so not me—but I did it anyway. I remember seeing his friend there, I think his name was Sean or something. He was the American Mafia Leader and a very very hot dude might I add. "I'm gonna need you to send a few of your men in the address I'll send you in a few seconds," I responded earning a small groan from him, "who'd you kill this time?"

How would I keep the secret of my boss? ###

“if this is your way of starting a fight between me and my sister, then it’s not working.” “Starting a fight?” what does she take me for? I do not want to start a fight, I want to start a war between them. “You know, I have no evidence that you are a part of the murder, but I have every evidence I need against Vera which was why she shared your little secret with me.” Veronica’s eyes narrowed. “and I know that your little secret is enough to send you to jail.” “My little secret?” she is trying so hard not to panic. “What little secret are you talking about? I do not have any secret.” She bit her lower lips. “at least not one that can send me to jail.’”

Something apologetic. She hadn’t. If this was about perception, she would not walk into that office looking diminished. Her pulse beat hard in her throat anyway. The secretary glanced at her from behind the desk, not unkindly—but not warmly either. Alessandra imagined what the woman had seen online. Professor Moore. Political Scandal Expert. Trending. The irony would have been funny if it weren’t happening to her. The door to the Dean’s office opened. “Professor Moore,” Dean Halbrook said, gesturing her in.

Her name tag said Mora and her cardigan said I know where things are. “Morning,” she said. “What are we hunting?” “A ghost,” I answered, and the corner of her mouth lifted like we were telling the same joke. “Early coverage on private clubs, city permits, features on nightlife. Say… last seven to ten years. Also anything on a journalist named Adrian Merritt. He might’ve written under initials back then.” Mora typed with the efficient brutality of a person who has wrestled old databases and won. “You want microfilm, digital, or both?”

He was headed towards healing and it’s the best part of our relationship. He suddenly stopped on his track when his phone vibrated. He placed me on the sofa and brought it out. “What’s that?” I asked once I saw him smirk. He brought the phone close to my face so as to see it. “BUSINESS MOGUL, DEREK MILLER HAS BEEN IN AN ENTANGLEMENT WITH SCOVANI’S PRIME MINISTER, FAJRA DEXTER WHILE PREGNANCY ALLEGATIONS ARE CURRENTLY GOING AROUND”