Shemar Moore Novels & Stories

Shhh …" Taking advantage of the netizen's inability to see her, Hannah let out a cold smirk. Her delicate finger was pressed against her red lips, and she said in a low voice, "Ms. Emerson, please don't speak recklessly. Moore Group was involved in tax evasion. They also had issues with quality in their projects. Mr. and Mrs. Moore were suspects in an arson … They had it coming. "Since you're so kind-hearted, you wouldn't be sympathizing with criminals now, would you?" Her gaze was sharp, tinged with mockery, "Shouldn't you be sympathizing with the victims? Why are you siding with the wrongdoers?"

“How is that possible? His last name is Moore!” Abel did not even have the strength to reprimand him. He just gave him a mocking look and said, “Zachariah Keele’s wife’s last name is Moore. As in Moore from the Lilac City’s Moore family! Do you understand now?”

"You're insane. And I hope you spend the rest of your miserable life in—" "Jail?" Moore cut in, tilting his head with a sick smile. "You think someone like me fears a cage? After everything we've done to eliminate you and Damon? You think I'm going to stand there and let them slap cuffs on me?" His claws extended fully. "No, sweetheart. If I'm going down, I’m taking you with me." Before Amber could blink, Moore lunged. His slap sent her flying across the room. She hit the table hard, the wood splitting beneath her.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

he asked, followed by a devilish smile until it turned into a burst of dramatic laughter. O N T H E O T H E R H A N D S, After changing clothes in the hotel's locker room, Ameira quickly walked away from the hotel. She needs to find a new job again and replace the name Shane Rivara as it used to. She was about to exit the hotel when she saw scattered police and reporters. She intruded on the people who were talking because of the incident. Someone suddenly hit her shoulder, causing her to stop. She looked at who it was but she couldn't see it in the crowd.

“Not from me or your mother.” “The Great Alpha Broderick Moore.” I flash my teeth. “A great male.” Father raises a toast. So I am told. Often. Broderick Moore was a visionary leader. A genius. A fighter so brilliant that he didn’t need his strength to rule. A wolf of uncommon humanity, raised in the wilds of the foothills, who led shifters kicking and screaming to civilization. They say I’m his spitting image.

He reached for the decanter with practiced ease and poured himself a glass, settling into the leather chair behind his massive desk. The liquor burned down his throat. He welcomed it. He needed the fire. The world knew Grayson Moore as a billionaire, a power player, a man untouched by weakness. But beneath all that, he was still the boy who had crouched in blood, held in his mother’s shaking arms. Still the child who had lost everything in one night. A long exhale escaped him, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling in slow spirals. It should have been Damien Lopez in that grave. It should have been his empire crumbling, his legacy buried in shame.

"Alpha..?" "Just an imposter. Chillax!" Noelle waved her hands. "Your real Alpha is on the way." "They have been eliminated." The other man informed the biker dude. "Right, let me introduce myself." Noelle turned to them. "Noelle Moore of Red Moon, Luna of Ezekiel Wright and daughter of Oliver Moore." The guy said. Noelle felt some weird feeling of happiness when she heard him address her as the daughter of Oliver Moore. He knew who her biological father was and he still respected her emotional relation.

“The wind…” “Wasn’t your fault.” “It was,” I insist, voice cracking. “I felt something inside me and then...” “Raven.” His tone sharpens just enough to cut through the panic. “Listen to me.” I finally look up. His expression is steady. Grounded. Fierce in a way that makes my chest tighten. “Mr. Moore is a pompous asshat,” Noah says plainly. “Always has been. Always will be. He came over here to intimidate you, and he deserved every gust of wind he got.”

Stellar paused for three seconds before bursting into laughter. Of all people, it turned out to be the Moore family again. "What’s so funny? Do you think the Moore family is easy to deal with?" Eddie snapped, thinking she still didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. "Zayden Moore is known in the industry as the King of Hell. Anyone who ends up in his hands has no way out!" But instead of looking intimidated, Stellar’s smirk deepened, her eyes growing sharper.