Alex Morgan Hot Novels & Stories

DISCLAIMER!: EXPLICIT CONTENT, DO NOT READ UNLESS ABOVE 18. 🔞🔞🔞 ——— The club was crowded and Axel sat alone on a bar stool carefully scouting the perfect stranger to fuck tonight. He was in heat, and the thought of fucking a hot stranger exhilarated him. Taking a slow sip of his cocktail, he kept his cool, careful not to let his pheromones draw in any unwanted attention. Not hot enough, Too bulky, Cute but no.

that's the name of the man who looks quite handsome with charming blonde hair. "I am impressed that you were able to receive a special recommendation from him, even though Professor Stevenson is a very selective person. That means, Miss Morales is a great person!" "No, I'm not that great," she said who although she pretended to reject the compliments, but deep inside she was happy. "Okay, I've received the letter! By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Claude Robinson, the manager at Number One television station. I'll pass it on to the Director, so Miss Morales can wait three days. How about that?"

Which made absolutely no sense. There was no way a man like Alex hadn’t been touched. He was too fucking gorgeous—broad shoulders, powerful build, the kind of man women would literally sell their souls for. So why was he giving me these… inexperienced vibes? I had been serving green lights all damn night. Intentionally losing balance and falling on his thighs. Straddling him. Teasing him. Letting my ass ride his cock through thin fabric. I’d planned it all. Why wasn’t he getting the freaking memo?

I picked up, wincing at the bright light from my phone and avoiding looking at the caller ID on my screen. “Hello?” I croaked. “Alex, it’s me, I’m back in town now,” I recognized the voice to be Morgan’s. “And I have good news and bad news,” “Welcome back, but please don’t tell me on the phone. I’m too disoriented for this,” I had to cut in, right before he revealed any information to me. “Both can wait after the coronation, right? Cause I don’t want to spoil my mood before the coronation,”

I feel bad for him, and I still miss him so much. "Well, you gotta meet him at some point. He looks hot, I even saw a group of girls staring at him from a distance," says Emma with dreamy eyes. "I actually bump into that guy this morning. His name is Alexander Morgan. He's from Ottawa, Canada." My small smile slowly fades away as I hear that it wasn't Jack. Well, I guess I wasn't wrong when I doubt that it could be him.

Huxley grunted, everyone turned toward him with a disgusted face. "I didn't expect that to be viral." He said as if we caught him. "Go to the toilet." Eleanor groaned, pushing him out of his seat. "Alright, applebum." He winked. "I told you not to call me applebum!" She snarled. "Why is he calling her applebum?" Matteo, Max and Giovanni father, asked. "Because she has a mark formed like an apple on her butt." Peyton rolled his eyes. "Can we please stop talking about this?!" She said with embarrassment.

Pearl replied, and Rebekah laughed, but it was short. Axel is still ghosting her, and it's not making sense anymore. Is he supposed to keep malice this long as a guy? Lizzy has been quiet, so Morgan peeked at her and saw her pressing her phone. There's a picture of a vibrator on the screen. "Are you going to order that? It's big! Will it fit inside you?" Morgan chirped. "Who knows? I like big things" Lizzy replied. "Damn!!!" Morgan shouted, and Lizzy rushed away.

Morgan said calmly walking toward him "I have every evidence starting from when you killed Mr. Winslet, then your wife, the lady at the tunnel you raped and still killed, embezzling my money, attempting to take over my proprieties, attempting to kill Malia two times, I have everything to keep you behind bars forever," Morgan told him and Alex faced became pale "You will rot in jail," Morgan added "I will kill you," Alex roared "That won't be possible, Alex," Morgan told him The police team ran inside the room and sighed because Morgan didn't kill him

27 Alex I woke up once again to find yet another damning headline in the newspaper. This time, it wasn’t just speculation or vague insinuations. No, this one was personal: *“Alex Morgan’s Erratic Behavior Casts Shadow Over Summit.”* My jaw tightened as I scanned the article, the blood draining from my face. They had cited “anonymous sources” about my “volatile moods” and my “lack of decorum.” I slammed the paper down on the table, my fingers curling into fists.

Victor just shrugged a little. "It is only bad if you get in trouble." He moved the whiskey around in his glass. "The person is Alex Morgan ." It was quiet for a seconds. Then Chris said slowly. "Alex?" Victors smile got a little bigger. "Yes." He leaned forward a little. "I know you and Alex Morgan have a history." Chris's voice got a little angry. "What do you want me to do to Alex Morgan?" Victor's answer was easy. "Help me ruin Alex Morgan's life."