Arthur Morgan Journal Drawings Novels & Stories

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

He suggested, winking at her. “To eat, too,” Morgana shrugged, “to later.” Arthur pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and made the appropriate calls. They continued to talk, Arthur telling her a little about his roots, that his grandfather was Scottish, and that both he and his father had died in a construction accident when he was only nine years old. From then on, he was left alone with his mother. Morgana was happy to get to know this more human side of him. He didn't seem like a shallow person. Maybe that was what made her feel comfortable. She needn't look like something she wasn't.

David Morgan's name was written on the inside cover in his own handwriting. Freya went still when she saw it. "I didn't know he kept one," she said softly. "Do you want to read it alone?" She hesitated. "No. Stay,” she eventually replied. We sat down on the floor of the archive building and read. It took about forty minutes to get through the relevant entries. What we found was even more than we'd been looking for. David Morgan had not promised the territory to Norwood Pack. He'd actually done the opposite. He documented, clearly and repeatedly, his concerns about Norwood Pack’s financial practices.

“Is there any chance you have a photo of Caiden? It would make things simpler. I doubt that Caiden is the name you’ll find him using if you come across him.” Clara shook her head. “He wasn’t visible to anyone apart from other demons and myself. I can draw him though.” She retrieved her sketchbook from her bag and started work on a very detailed sketch of Caiden. She took her time and when she handed the sketch over to Arthur, she was satisfied that she had drawn him true to life. “Hmm,” Arthur said as he looked the sketch over. “He’s good looking. I’ll give him that. I’m not sure I can use this too well. A sketch isn’t quite a substitute for the capabilities of a photograph.”

"The two of them didn't even discuss how to pose. Instead, Maverick hugged Lilian from behind and put his chin on her shoulder. One could see the affection and love he had for her from his expression." "On the other hand, Lilian had a gentle and calm expression. She looked like a woman who was deeply in love as she allowed Maverick to hug her however he wanted." "Mango felt that this was such a precious moment, so she quickly drew to capture it." "Meanwhile, Nathaniel didn't want to disturb her, so he brought his portrait to his tent and kept it carefully." "This was Mango's first drawing of him, so he wanted to treasure it." "When Morgan saw Nathaniel coming out of the tent, he pulled him a

Jonathan understood well here. The one who made Deep Arlord lose one side of his vision was Morgan himself, known as Mr, A. "Deep Arlord is working with Asher." Morgan just smiled. "Oh yeah? How about we play? Don't you miss it?" Asked Morgan casually. She rocked her chair swinging casually while closing her eyes. "I think we should loosen up your muscles. See you're starting to bulge, since we got married." She said without opening her eyes and kept her eyes closed.

"I'd do the same in your position. And I understand you have no reason to trust me yet. But I brought one of the original journals with me—my ancestor's final one, documenting Morgana's transformation after meeting Malachar. You can have your magical experts examine it, verify its age, test it for curses or tracking spells. If it's authentic, maybe you'll believe the rest of what I'm offering is real too." She pulled a leather-bound book from her bag, so old the leather was cracked and faded, the pages yellowed with age. The magical signature coming off it was ancient, layered with preservation spells that felt like they'd been cast and recast dozens of times over centuries. Thorne took it c

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.