Novels by Moore.T

Eve “It’s true, isn’t it? You’re standing here, all dressed up, ready to marry some rich guy after sleeping with me last night!” The whole room was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made it difficult to breathe. Nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Everyone was stunned in place as eyes darted between me and the man I couldn’t look at anyone. My entire focus was on the man in front of me, his wild eyes boring into mine, his voice ringing in my ears. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. Me? Slept with him? Impossible. I didn’t even know who this man was until a minute ago, much less slept with him. I tried to piece together his words. He couldn’t mean me—no, no, it had to be someone else. I was about to dismiss it completely when something clicked. Mia. He called me Mia. Of course. Mia. He wasn’t talking about me—he was talking about her. He didn’t call me Eve, he called me Mia, my twin sister. I wanted to tell him the truth, but the prob

Eve The silence was suffocating. I stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. My hands clutched the bouquet of white roses. The veil cascaded down over my face. I wanted them to open the doors for this to be over with. How uncomfortable. “Are you that uncomfortable with me?” His voice broke through the silence. My body froze, I slowly turned my head to look at him. His cold, emotionless gaze met mine, the same look he had always given me. No warmth, no tenderness, just emptiness. I shifted my gaze away. “What do you mean, Mr. Blackwell?” He chuckled. “Are you going to be calling me that forever? Are you not done with your tantrums?” I turned to him again, this time holding his gaze longer than I normally would. I used to think this man was… admirable. Cool, even. There was a time when the thought of him speaking to me, acknowledging me, would’ve made my entire day. But now? Now, I felt nothing. It was almost amusing how fragile human emotions were. One moment, som

Catherine A Few Minutes Ago I sat in the waiting area, my hands trembling in my lap, unable to steady them no matter how hard I tried. My heart pounded as though it wanted to break free from my chest. The seconds felt like hours, dragging on endlessly as I stared at the double doors of the operating room. Every time they moved, my breath hitched, but it was never the doctors. I had never been this scared of anything in my life. When I was younger, I was taught to never fear, to let the Lord guide me, to give my life to Him, to follow the scriptures blindly, and to never question anything the Bible said. And I believed it. I believed it so deeply that I didn’t question when my father—no, when that demon told me to take off my clothes. He said the Lord wanted me to obey him because he was my father, that it was written in the Bible. But it felt wrong. Everything about what he did to me felt wrong. And when I told people, nobody believed me. Nobody except Mother Ava. Not only d

Mia That bitch. That bitch. That bitch. That fucking bitch! My fists clenched so tightly I could feel my nails digging into my palms, but I didn’t care. My entire body was shaking, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might explode. How dare she look me in the eyes like that, threaten me, and then push me to the floor like I was some pathetic nobody? I was Mia Blackwell, the beloved daughter of the Blackwell family, one of the wealthiest families in New York. She was a Blackwell, but nobody loved her or cared about her—a outcast, a mistake, a bastard!! My cheek burned where I hit the ground, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage bubbling inside me. That bitch thought she could humiliate me? Thought she could stand up to me? She’d pay for it—oh, she’d pay for it. No one disrespects me and gets away with it. No one. I will always have my ways. I will always have every good thing this world has to offer: wealth, men, the admiration of others, and the jealo

Eve I stared at the person in the mirror, my reflection barely recognizable. My blonde hair was styled to perfection, a soft cascade of curls pinned elegantly into place with a few loose strands framing my face. My makeup was flawless, highlighting my features in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The soft pink lipstick complimented my skin tone. I-is this me? Impossible, had I always looked like this? I asked myself, unable to believe the woman standing in front of the mirror was actually me. I didn’t know I could look like this. Mia was always the one people noticed, the one who dressed up, who turned heads. I was the twin who faded into the background, always in baggy clothes and messy ponytails. So naturally, everyone always thought she was the prettier one. And I agreed with them, because she was beautiful. She was curvier, with a body that could seduce any man. In contrast, I was slimmer but with round curves. I touched the white dress, it was stunning and definitely

Eve I stared at the person in the mirror, my reflection barely recognizable. My blonde hair was styled into a messy, lopsided updo that looked more like a bird's nest than a bridal hairstyle. My face was caked in layers of powder and mismatched foundation that made my skin appear ghostly pale, while the heavy-handed blush gave me the look of a cheap doll. The lipstick? Crooked and bleeding into the corners of my mouth. What the hell is this? Am I dressing for an Halloween party? My expression remained blank, even as the makeup artist stepped back with a frown and muttered under her breath, “I guess you can’t beautify ugly people, no matter what you try.” I tilted my head slightly, my gaze never leaving the reflection at her words. There was only one person that gave this woman the audacity to do this to her client. Mia. Of course, it had to be Mia. Who else would orchestrate something this childish, this petty? The makeup artist couldn’t have done this on her own. No, this lev