Virgil Moore Novels & Stories

my eyes were raging flame giving him a warning but just like me, he was as stubborn as a mule. "Victor. Victor Moore from Blue Moon Pack. Pack of werewolves in another realm!" He even kissed the back of her palm! "Damn!"

The sun was long gone below the horizon when two black SUVs inconspicuously pulled along the side of a dirt road a few miles away from I-49, still a good mile’s walk from their final destination but far enough away not to attract any unwanted attention from the residents of SouthWest Moe’s RV Park and Campground. Cadence had wondered if Moe was just a clever take on the abbreviation for the state of Missouri until she saw the website and realized the owner was an older fellow by the name of Moe Wilson whose parents may have had an affinity for slapstick and eye-poking. She wondered if he had any brothers named Larry or Curly.

His age didn't affect his impeccable posture, which was a reflection of his assured and self-assured personality. Victor Moore was unique in many ways than just his appearance. He drew people to him with his charisma and charm. This, together with his accomplishments and success, contributed to his charisma and respectability in both his personal and professional spheres. Victor Moore was also a deeply flawed man and he knew it. Today as he sat in his office he knew his picture perfect life was about to explode right in front of him. Mona Lisa wasn't one to mince words or issue empty threats, beads of sweat ran down his back as Victor feared what Mona Lisa would do if her demands were not me

Together, they had one child, a daughter, whom Vlad was led to believe was Piper Moore. But nothing about Piper seemed to be connected to Irene in any way. Her father was Gabriel Moore, and her mother was Sage Snow. Was it just a coincidence then? That she reminded him so much of Irene. Was he missing something?

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In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.