Arthur Morgan Smile Novels & Stories

Mario runs inside the house. "Hey, be careful!" Morgan warns. After a few seconds, Mario returns with a phone in his hand. "Look. This is Dr Simon Hawk." "It's him?" "Yes. He is known as a Miracle doctor. So young and handsome. Isn't he amazing?" "Yes. Amazing." Morgan grins stiffly. "Morgan, you know him, right?" Mrs Heirden asks. Morgan sits on the wooden old bench and sighs. "Yeah. He is Samantha's closest friend."

Then they grinned and snorted. "Liam," Morgan called, making Amora and Liam very surprised. "Did you forget about us?" At first, Liam frowned and tried to find pieces of memory in his head. He finally widened his eyes after remembering Morgan and Khali's faces. "You guys?" Khail and Morgan grinned, claws appearing on each other's hands. They ran to attack Liam. ... "Miss!" Mrs. Smith ran over to hug Amora. Her face was panicked. "Miss, I heard some strange news. Are you okay?"

He says and I smile, nodding at him. Morgan. We eat almost everything and by the time Reece drops me back home, I'm as stuffed as a pig.

Julia knows the moment Arthur steps closer that this will be misread. They’re standing on the steps of the museum after the charity panel, cameras already hovering like insects drawn to heat. Arthur’s hand comes to her elbow—not possessive, not intimate, just steady. He leans in to speak quietly, his mouth close to her ear. “Smile,” he murmurs. “They’re watching for fractures.” She does. The smile feels practiced, borrowed, a mask she can hold without shaking. The conversation is innocuous—funding timelines, donor confidence, the next press cycle—but the optics are treacherous. Two people framed too neatly. Two silhouettes that suggest comfort instead of coordination.

Rick’s voice wavered as he stared between me and Morgan. Morgan, stupid Morgan, just laughed. I’ll take my fill once Rick is done with her…if there is anything left.”

Something about the gesture, the colour of the blooms, the way they were tied together with a thin string tugged at something buried deep inside him. He lifted his gaze slowly, studying Morgan’s face. “How did you know I liked wildflowers?” The question came out before he could stop it. For a heartbeat, Morgan didn’t move. His smile faltered, just slightly, almost imperceptibly. And then he smiled again. But this time, it did not quite reach his eyes.​

Anita explained. "My name is Morgan," the man said. "Thank you for helping me. Even if it's just for status, I hope you don't think this marriage is a joke." Morgan's voice sounded calm when he said this, but somehow Anita caught a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "No problem," Anita replied. "As long as you don't bother me. Everything will work out fine." Morgan secretly smiled. He then nodded. "I'll be abroad for two years. After I finish all my treatment, I'll come back here," he said.

For a moment, just a millisecond, I manage to break through. My own reflection stares back at me, wild-eyed and desperate. My hand trembles, as if unsure whether to move of its own accord. Yes! I latch onto that moment of freedom, trying to claw my way back to the surface. But then my lips curl in a cruel smile that isn’t mine. My shoulders roll back, my posture straightens, and Morgana easily shoves me back down into the depths of my own mind. “That was adorable,” she drawls, stretching my arms over my head before letting them drop. “You have a little fight in you after all. That’s nice. I do enjoy watching my victims struggle.”

"The Supreme Alpha." Morgana was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled. It was a slow smile. The kind that started small and didn't reach her eyes and had absolutely nothing warm in it at all. "Interesting," she said softly, and picked up her glass.

He has my attention too. I see one of Arthur’s picture. It’s so lovely. He’s not a smiley guy, but even with his frown face, he’s like a handsome model. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re smiling at my picture?” Arthur walks in on me, admiring his picture. For fuck sake. Can’t he just be anywhere else? “Do you mind? I’m busy.” I clear my throat, feeling so uncomfortable. He comes in and sits close to me. I still don’t look at him, even though he’s staring at my face.