Arthur Morgan Full Body Novels & Stories

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

She turned around, placed her palm toward the ground, and gave a light pull. Arturo was suddenly grabbed by the throat by Shiloh. The current Shiloh was about five feet three inches tall, having transformed into a teenager. Meanwhile, Arturo was at least six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered, and thick-waisted. He was a complete brute of a man, yet Shiloh lifted him up like he weighed nothing. Morgan did not dare approach and could only shout angrily, "Let him go, you abomination! Do you really mean to keep slaughtering, piling sin upon sin?"

Then another. "I said don't move!" Morgan took another step. The guard shifted his weight, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second. Morgan surged forward, ripping the arm from my throat and dragging me behind his solid frame. He turned back to the guard. The following seconds were a blur of violent, sickening, and terribly final impacts. Morgan stood over the unconscious body, chest heaving, knuckles slick with blood. He turned to me. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head, unable to speak.

His expression hardened. Arthur's body had been replaced. The figure lying in the coffin was made of wax.

Arthur said after a second, and I entered. Only to be struck by Arthur's almost naked body. My neck reddened immediately seeing Arthur by the glass, his phone in his hand, and his body. He only had the black towel wrapped around his waist. I swallowed. There were still drops of water layering on his body like he just stepped out of the bathroom, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and when he met my gaze, I felt I stopped breathing. Everything about Arthur was hot, but everything about the almost naked him now was hotter.

the girl began. " Yes Morgana, my little sister, where is she? Is she still angry at me?" " I'm very sorry Mr Nathaniel, I do not know the relationship you and Morgana had or why you are here looking for her when she doesn't love here any more" " I am not talking about another person Ari. I am talking about your roommate. The girl that shares room 312 with you. With ebony black hair, she has a noice that is pointed but somehow flat along her nasal bones, she's tall and fair, but not too much like you. She still has her Montenegro feel. She should be in room 312. Morgana Montenegro" he explained.

I didn't move. My mate stood beside her and I stole a glance at him. The man was flawless; his leather jacket clung to every inch of his abs, and under his faded jeans were lean muscles built for speed. His bare chest had a realistic portrait tattoo of a man's face and several other minimalist stars scattered across his abs I've never been a tattoo person, so why was I fascinated by it now? When his hand settled on my lower back, I died and went to heaven. "Get your filthy hand off her!" Morgana’s command brought me back to reality.

I tried to ask this important question, but all I got was wheezing. - Someone .. - I squeezed out with difficulty, swallowing painfully, like a handful of glass. Before I had time to finish, Morgan entered the room without knocking in his usual guise. The ringleader, if that’s the case, he can only come in without knocking, it would be better if he looked after his menagerie. How could he not hold it back? I met him with a frown, expressing the highest degree of my displeasure with him. It's not like he hurt him in any way. Morgan examined me in detail, and I answered him the same. I have always called this type of people - "absorbing space." Here he enters the room, and it immediately decre

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

"Selene, your glowing purple." Morgan gulps his unease and grabs Selene's hand. "Let's get out of here!" The minute he touches her, dots of light erupt from his body- his aura becoming a brilliant purple. Morgan screams from the searing pain the light is causing. What had they stumbled into? Morgan lurches away. "What is it? What did you do?!"