Pretty Secrets Em Moore Novels & Stories

So I put up with him. My best girlfriend is Jessica. Smartest woman I know and she's completely in love with the neanderthal that is Damion. Mrs. Parker, our home room teacher, gathers our attention by coughing super loudly and I go back to intertwining my fingers with Jaxs and attempting to study for just a few more minutes. I wipes my eyes so hard I see stars....I need to pass this test. I see Jax out of the corner of my eye writing furiously in his notebook with a slight smile on his face.

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.

Ten minutes later, the office door opened, causing the group to turn. "Miss West, have you finished transcribing the speech I asked for?" Mr. Schmidt inquired, stepping out of the office with a folder in his hand and scanning some papers. "I need it before you leave." He paused, noticing the group staring at him in silence. "Who is this?" "Oscar Samuels. The former CEO," the man of mixed race introduced himself, extending his hand. "Stefan Schmidt," the German said, shaking hands. "Ah... you must be the one on leave. Your return is not too far off, is it?"

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?"

I’ve been called worst. Let’s talk about the news going around the office. Angela Shirley fucked Mr. Ellmord; that was the only way she secured an account with him. Jane is the source of the news, and she doesn’t even bother hiding it. Mrs. Jackson who heard the rumor had the guts to come to me and encouraged me to continue whatever it is I am doing with Xavier until the fashion show is over.

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”

Kaihly was on the couch having her brunch while the screen was on, showing something I had never expected to come this early today. “Breaking news! Jane Moore, the deceased wife of the business tycoon Gray Moore, showed herself last night at the Moore Estates anniversary. She claimed to be Serena Ambers, a woman who resembled the respected tycoon’s late wife but does not confirm to have any connections from Mr. Moore and his family….” Kelly, who was currently drinking her tea almost threw it up. I, on the other hand, got stuck on what the news said. Jane Moore? I had expected the news to come, but not this soon. It felt unacceptable that they had my name connected to Gray Moore’s surname whe

Grandpa Taylor had sent his private investigator, Eddie Stuart, to England to investigate Mrs Moore’s illness but he came back empty-handed. Eddie Stuart had visited a lot of Oncologists but none of them had Mrs Moore as a patient. Yesterday, he hacked into the airline's website, and then he found out that the Moore family went to the United States of America, not England. Mr Taylor replied, “Son, the Moore family lied about their trip to England. They visited the United States of America. Please ask your wife the name of her cousin who got married.” What was the Moore family hiding from the Taylor family? His grandfather didn’t even want to attend the wedding, but he didn’t want to disappoi

oh~ do they care if they know oh no, and it's also embarrassing, it's my life so they don't care about that anymore. as long as it's me, the world is messed up because of that man. "Monic, Sir Zack is calling you" I looked at him intently, Zack Bray Moore is one of the most thorny in the business world, it seems that there are no projects that go wrong, what he thinks is really successful and above all, many people fall for him because he is handsome, his body will make you drool, let's say he's a gift from God because of his handsomeness, his eyes are so beautiful, as long as you stare at him it's like he's hypnotizing you, just like that and above all, he's very rich, it's a bit mysterious