Stacy Moretti Novels & Stories

Amanda butted in, but Matteo raised a quick hand to stop her. “Thank you Chief Moretti. We will be heading our way now, ” he said, tipping his head in gratitude. He stood from his chair, his elbow touching the desk nameplate of the Chief in the process. The metal nameplate spelled her complete name, Irisha Moretti. The only woman who was able to enter the police force owing it to her strong values in law and quick wit. She was a beautiful woman, in her early forties, looking every bit strict like Julianne Moore in the Hunger Games. She looked polite and easy to approach though with a ready smile on her face.

Stacy simply nodded and began the drive back to the Pack house, the place where she would get to see him again, that crazy Demon that she couldn’t help but love. Dominic and Stacy returned to find Grace, the doctor who performed autopsies on Nick and Diane after they were killed, Stacy was actually happy to see her, in the months since the battle Grace and Stacy had become friends, even going to the local Preter club together so Stacy could relax and Grace could feed, Grace is a Succubus, she feeds on sexual energy and desire, where better to feed than a club filled with horny Preternatural? “Grace!” Stacy exclaimed as she was pulled into an embrace, Grace’s heart was pounding in her chest a

Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most. How was that even possible? She had racked her brain to get rid of that slut only to send her to a more prominent person. And even that bastard Mark wanted to go and find her personally? “No!” she shouted. From what she overheard; Mark still had no inkling that she was the one who had ordered Maya to be killed. She knew that if he found out, it will be the end for her. She will never clear her name.

She stayed away from the crowd the entire night, she stood away from everyone, didn’t touch a single piece of food, her champaign glass stayed most untouched. While everyone else tried to curry favour she stayed away from people who wanted to benefit from the Moretti wealth. People know the Moretti family for their winelands in Italy and they basically have their hands in every other field, media, art, fashion, real estate and electronics. Anthony Moretti has been trying to get his fingers into every field and buying out companies like a man looking for his next fix. He’s been constantly on the hunt for the next big buy for the last three years.

“It’s a modified alkaloid. Think Curare’s more efficient cousin. Keeps you perfectly still but lets me hear every pathetic thing you want to say.” Setting the glass down briefly on the side table, I leaned back in my chair again, utterly relaxed. “Stacy darling,” I called, turning my attention to her without glancing at Reed, “why are you still standing there? You’re making me look like a bad host. Please entertain our guest.” She didn’t speak, didn’t smile. Stacy’s face was carved from stone as she stepped around Reed’s motionless body until she stood in front of him. Then, without hesitation, she began to strip. Her jacket came off first, then her blouse and finally the rest.

Rage boiled up so fast and hot I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from smashing the phone. Stacy. She had been the one who pushed Camilla into the sea five years ago. Not Richard. Not an accident. A deliberate, calculated attempt to kill her. And she laughed about it. Bragged about it. My hands were shaking. I scrolled further through the folder, needing more, needing to understand how deep this sickness went. Another video. This one was taken in a dimly lit room. Stacy had her back to the camera, undressing after what looked like a shower. She was naked from the waist up.

Rhea's Pov "Mr. Morrieti," I said, my voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I dipped my head in a respectful greeting, acknowledging the man who had been a ghost in his own life for far too long. Up close, Marcello Morrieti was striking, a man whose features were carved from the same hard, uncompromising stone as his reputation. Even after years of supposed decline, he possessed a magnetic, dangerous handsomeness that made it easy to see why a woman like Hillary would have been drawn to him.

I had just sat down when another message came through. It was from Bianca. The time. The address for Christie’s. And one line beneath it. Dare to come, Mrs. Moretti? Lorenzo says tonight he’ll buy the final lot at any cost for me. That evening, I arrived at the auction exactly on time. I had not planned to go. By midnight, the arrangements my mother had made would already be in motion. Soon, Sofia Moretti would be dead. What did it matter if a younger woman wanted to provoke me one last time?

Nikolai pov The photographs lay scattered across my desk like accusations, each one a piece of evidence that threatened to destroy everything I’d built with Adrian. I could feel his eyes burning into me from across the room, could see the way his hands trembled as he held that damning image—the one showing me with a gun pointed directly at a woman who shared his exact features. Stacy Moretti. Even after all these years, seeing her face in that photograph made something twist painfully in my chest. She’d been so young, so desperately in love with a man who would ultimately destroy her. And I’d been the one pointing a weapon at her heart.

When she texted, she only got short, polite messages in reply. “On a flight.” “In the Texas bench.” “I won’t be coming back.” Or no reply at all. On the rare nights they had dinner together, their conversations were pleasant but shallow. Polite questions and updates, nothing more. ************************************************************************************************************* Then Stacy came back from England. She was now a popular actress with a huge following. After filming several box office hits, she was the star every company wanted to sign. But she didn’t pay attention to any of them. “Star actress Stacy Peters becomes the face of leírion Games.