Arthur Morgan Hot Novels & Stories

Morgan pressed the intercom and ordered in a calm voice, "Assistant Hans, come in." Hans Arco is Morgan's assistant, who is about the same age as Morgan, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a shrewd and capable face. "Mr. Blackstorm, what are your orders?" After following Morgan for many years, Hans naturally understood his boss' temper. The moment he entered the door, he knew that his boss was unhappy. Morgan pushed the newspapers and magazines on the table, "These newspapers are not run well, they are not positive enough, they are harmful to society... buy all of them!"

I paused, and then continued, "I know there are rumors out there about you that don't paint you in a good light, but I choose not to believe them. More and more I see proof that you're contrary to the lies that people have perpetuated. From my perspective, you have a kind heart." Arthur's mood visibly lifted. His smile grew wider as he listened to my compliments. I couldn't help but blush. It made me happy to see him smile. "You're quite intelligent, Ophelia," Arthur remarked. My heart filled with joy, and I felt warm as I grinned. It was always affirming to receive praise from him. However, soon humility washed over me, and I said, "But Mr. Morgan, I still know my place. You don't have to a

Then, Artemis appeared right behind Ares and the goddess gasped as Ares knelt clutching her chest, until the next second she could see the god of war vomiting blood. The gleaming golden scepter in Morgan's hand caught Artemis' attention as it arrived on the battlefield. Even with Ares who never left his sight. The goddess trembled, Morgan who had always been an invisible god and did not want to be seen by anyone stood not far from Ares who looked like he was dying. She stood straight with her blue hair blowing in the wind, Artemis felt the wind so strange that it pricked her skin. Just ahead, Artemis could see Morgan's stature, which was more gallant and noble than any god. His straight eyeb

“Appreciate you coming over, Levi. Didn’t want to be a burden.” “It’s no bother,” I mumbled. I moved closer and pressed the back of my hand to his forehead without thinking. His skin was burning hot. The contact sent a jolt through me. “You’re really hot… I mean, fever-hot.” Morgan’s dark eyes locked onto mine. For a second, something unreadable flickered across his face. He caught my wrist before I could pull away. His fingers were strong, calloused from years working on cars. The touch lingered.

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

“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.”

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

Morgan do hope and pray one day that his son will finally come back to him and apologize right to him for everything that happened between them because of an ordinary girl and how that. Not quite long, Morgan receive a call from someone that a businessman was copying their ideas and everything. Morgan couldn't help but called the person phone number since she doesn't know the person behind Everything that was happening. Because she can arrest Such person for stealing their style. There isn't no need of her trying to act like a fool by calling to know. What was she actually expecting before? Does she really think that the person will take her Call? Of course not . ****** T b c