Arthur Morgan Hairstyles Novels & Stories

Welcome-" but when our eyes met, the rest of the words were stuck in my throat. He had his hands in his pockets. The jeans, a white shirt and a cardigan over it.... he looked exquisite. His hair was not falling on his forehead as it looked like he got a fresh haircut. They were trimmed perfectly on the side while on the top, they had some volume. Those glassy blue orbs engulfed me as a whole and when he stood on the other side of the counter, I could inhale the scent of his expensive perfume. "Arcane, aren't you going to take his order?" Morgan snapped me from my thoughts. Perhaps I was too busy checking him out. A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips as I made a fool out of myself. "Ho

I didn't understand what Lauren meant by 'clear goals,' but I had always wondered why Atlas chose me. "By the way, do you know Mia Morgan?" I suddenly remembered that cold and distant woman. "Mia Morgan?" Lauren looked at me, slightly surprised. "How do you know her?" "She was at the spa yesterday and even took my side against Liora," I said, "She was cold and unrelenting." "Oh! She’s Arthur Morgan’s daughter!" Lauren answered with certainty. I was stunned. "Mia is Arthur’s daughter? He's a big shot in Foswood. No wonder she's so arrogant. But it seems like Liora doesn't know her."

“You fucking pathetic bastard. Hunting down wolves lesser than you because you lack the spine to confront me head-on. Do you really expect me to hold an ounce of regard for such a pathetic worm like you?” Artemis tilts his head to the side with a bored expression, not even flinching in the slightest. Instead, all he does is brush off his shirt. “You interrupted me right in the middle of lunch.” He regards him with eyes like a cold abyss, a look that pierces to the core and freezes the soul. “It better be worth it.” Morgan doesn’t even flinch like the psychopath he is. “You… Your business was with me, but you went after my mate.” There’s clear pain written all over his face, and even with eve

He put her in an excellent mood and complimented her extravagantly. Every woman loved compliments, and his made Cameron feel much better. Her lips curved upward slightly at his antics. "Ms. Cameron, do you still need a model? My schedule is currently free." Morgan had a pair of puppy-like eyes that were hard to refuse. Cameron's workshop focused on custom-made clothes, so they didn't go for shows and didn't need models. They had employed Morgan previously for an anniversary event which had included a showcase as part of the program. Seeing that Cameron had not answered, Morgan began promoting himself even more actively. "I'm very cheap, and I recently hired a personal trainer. My muscles loo

The janitor knocked softly before entering, and Arthur casually gestured toward the mess on the floor. “He specifically told me you have to hand these to him personally about,” he continued. “Or he’s apparently going to shave my head himself.” I arched a brow as he dramatically ran his fingers through his soft, silky hair which sure looked more cared than mine. “I love my hair long.” I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. “I do think bald would suit you too,” I teased. Arthur frowned instantly. “Please never say that again.” I laughed softly while taking the folder from him.

“He’s the top spelling artist in his age group. Guy can sing, dance, play piano, guitar—everything. He’s like...a god.” Hamilton Morgan. I’d heard his name more times than I could count thanks to Daniel. He was obsessed. Posters of Morgan were plastered all over his room like sacred icons. He has been a huge fan of Morgan's music since he first heard it two years ago. He knows all of Morgan’s songs by heart and follows him on all social media platforms. If there was a prize for the biggest Morgan's fan, then Daniel would be the winner. He even styled his hair like Morgan’s. “Do you know what label he’s signed to?” Mum asked curiously.

Her voice was calm now, soothing, the voice she used when Anny was spiraling and needed an anchor. "You know I do." "And you know I have never judged you, right?" "Hey." Anny's voice sharpened with mock indignation. "You have judged me in the past." Morgan rolled her eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, when you gave yourself that disastrous haircut last year? I judged you rightly and you know it." Despite everything, despite the chaos of her emotions and the lingering soreness between her thighs, Anny found herself smiling at the memory. She had attempted to give herself layers and had ended up looking like a startled cockatoo. Morgan had not let her live it down for weeks.

As she pulled up to the car, the driver got out. An Arthur Graham, dressed in worn jeans, a dark t-shirt clung to his biceps. His hair was a little disheveled. It looked like he'd run his hands through it several times. That stubble and that bad boy smile. It left her speechless, the man was handsome, dressed both casually and formally. «Will he look just as handsome when he is naked?» Morgana couldn't help but ask herself. “Hi?” Arthur greeted her and waved his hand over his face when he saw she wasn't responding.

Professional, closed-off, and determined in her goals, with no room for romance or inappropriate adventures with the boss. “But if only...” I murmured, as if my more impulsive side had whispered in my ear, making me confess. I adjusted my short, black hair in an elegant bob, letting the bangs fall gently over my eyes. Seeing that the mirror reflection conveyed what I wanted, I felt satisfied and left. Descending the stairs, I came across Mr. Morgan by the fireplace, enjoying a cup of coffee, wearing jeans and a dress shirt, without the jacket. He had rolled up the sleeves, and his woody scent mixed with the coffee aroma.

His hair was always combed in a small tail and bathed in gel. I opened my computer and went online, looking for the website that the teacher had put on the blackboard. My mind traveled to what Tommy told me, it seemed stupid to me, but it also gave me some curiosity so I turned the page silently and on G****e I typed Dalton Morgan's name. Immediately I got a lot of pages with some news. But I went to the images. Dalton was a rather attractive man, the suits adhered perfectly to his body. He had a serious countenance, but at the same time it attracted attention. His hair was black, he wore it perfectly combed. I had several photos of him at an important event, with other important people, wit