Arthur Morgan Handsome Novels & Stories

he said and I shrugged, “You are a nice man, underneath I can sense it, I said and Arthur glared at me. “You do not know me Morgan Grant” he said. “Stone” I said, “It’s Morgan stone” Arthur smile was sinister, he went to a bar and poured a drink; he sipped it slowly, glaring at me from across, I stood and walked up to the bar and poured a drink and added strawberries inside, and sipped, I moaned as the mixed flavor hit my tongue strongly, Arthur stared at me, and I smiled slowly.

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

Belle replied, "I need your help. Can you arrange for me to see that handsome fellow again?" "Handsome fellow? Who are you talking about?" "The one I met back in your prison. He was rather frail but undeniably handsome!" Morgan's demeanor shifted. "Are you talking about Hunter?" "His name is Hunter? That's a cool name, fitting for such a handsome guy!" Belle replied with a lustful look. Morgan asked, "What do you want with him? Do you know him?" "Not really, but I like him." Morgan was simply too confused to even respond.

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.

The big warrior stepped around Jack and extended his hand with a friendly smile that changed his whole face from forbidding to surprisingly approachable. Haltingly, she held her hand out to him, and they shook. “Morgan O’Malley.” “Jack, you asshole. Hoarding the pretty girls again. I really ought to beat your ass for that.” He snorted. “Yeah, you try.”

Their attire could be picked out from the crowd in an instant, with their long white and gold robes. High Councilor Oran was one of the vampire elders. He had taken the most offense to Morgan skipping out on meetings. After Auri had died, Morgan wanted nothing to do with the High Council. He missed a handful of meetings but they came back with a very nasty threatening letter saying if it happened again, there would be consequences. Morgan was the most influential vampire, managing to not take sides and was held in high regard amongst the covens that even the High Council couldn’t deny him. That’s when he tasked me with going and I had been attending the meetings for over a year now.

All were gone because of that fateful night and no one knows about it except her and her trusted aide, Colfre. She watched him disinfect her wounds silently and gently wrapping each wound with a fresh, clean cloth. She winced when he reached out for her right hand which had deeper wounds than her left hand. “You won’t be able to do archery in this state, my queen. Look at your right hand, the cuts are a lot deeper than your left hand, this will take longer to heal.” Colfre said. Morrigan didn’t say anything but watched Colfre inspect her wounds and reach for the antiseptics beside him. “This will hurt, my queen, please hold it in.” Morrigan nodded and curled her left hand into a fist. She kn

"You should know me by now, I never act impulsively," She shrugged and nodded "So, when are we going to meet your husband?" She grinned cheekily. "Would he come pick you up? Never. They would never meet my husband. I shrugged. "Probably soon," She happily clasped her hands together. "I'm so excited, I might not have been at your wedding but I want to meet the man that sweeps my dear friend off her feet, tell me, is he handsome?" I nodded. He was one of the most handsome men that ever roamed the Earth, Arthur was straight out of the magazine, especially with those glasses and his black hair pushed off his forehead. As much as our situation was unusual, I couldn't help but idolize. He was gorg

’ His voice trailed off in anguish, ‘No brother, we had nothing, and you know it but won’t accept it. We could never beat Arthur, he was/is England's greatest King and he always will be. He is at peace now, sleeping because he has earned his rest but when he is needed he will return and save this green and pleasant land he loved so much. Killing the Hybrid will not change that, mating her will bring you nothing, she is not yours to mate with.’ Morgana stopped in front of him and lifted her hand taking the silver knife and placing it beside Aurora then she took Mordred's hands in hers,