Arthur Morgan X Charles Novels & Stories

“I had no idea you were aboard. I’m well. How are you?” “Quite well, thank you,” Dr. Morgan replied. “I’m just returning from a trip to visit my mother in Winchester. I tried to coax her into returning with me, but she says New York is not for the faint of heart.” They had a good chuckle, and the rest of the table joined in as well. “Dr. Laurie Morgan, let me introduce you to Charles Ashton and his wife-to-be, Mary Margaret Westmoreland.” “How do you do?” Charlie asked, shaking the man’s hand.

Morgan “So how are things going with your wife?” Charles asked as he stretched beside me. I turned to look at Liam who was gulping the water in his hands and just ignored that question. “Are the newly-weds having a fight already?” Charles asked. “We’re in the middle of drills man and I expect you to allow me concentrate.” “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed,” he blurted and then sat beside me on the bench. Charles is a slimmer and taller version. His body is toned; due to the work outs he has been committed to and his achievements as a hockey player.

Morgan continued, "All I know, I told you last night. Skeet is here this morning but later he has to go fuck some old cunt on Star Island to get her to buy a house." I stared at her, she shook her head, "I don't know that, just assume it. He's beautiful and I'm positive he fucks to sell," Morgan looks around, "I gotta go. I've got dressage training." "Hey, Morgan, who's Charlene?" Morgan's face lights up and she laughs, "She get naked for you?" I blush, "Yeah." Morgan is walking away, "That's Skeet's partner's wife. Stay away from her, she will devour you, my poor naive brother."

Morgan said as she stood up She went over to Charles and knelt down on her knees. “Please, Charles, please,I would do anything,I would do anything just to be your wife”. Morgan said holding Charles arms tightly. Charles stared down at her. He heaved a deep sigh as he stood on his feet. “A child can't be my weakness,am inlove with someone else and I Charles Davenport would do anything to make her my wife”. Charles said as he pushed her aside,he went up into his room shutting the door. Breathing heavily and loudly Morgan pushed the flower vase on the floor as she couldn't control her anger.

But Charles didn't want to back down and the war continued. Morgana turned and winked at her mate, who smirked and together they fought against Charles and his warriors with Lord Dimitri by their side. Lord Dimitri faced off with his brother and this time around gave him a good beating, he put his anger , disappointment, betrayal into each blow that he gave to Charles who stumble, he sliced through his arms , legs and chest, making Charles groan in pain.

“There’s going to be a pre-motion trial for Morgana soon. I wanted you prepared. Things are moving faster than expected.” “Damn it,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. Charles was watching me intently, reading every flicker of my expression. “Jonathan,” I snapped back into the call. “Do you know anything about Morgana’s psych evaluation? Who handled it?” There was a pause, then the rustle of papers on his end. “Yes. The evaluation was conducted by a Dr. Eric Burch.” The name hit the air like a stone dropped in water. My stomach twisted.

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.

“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.

An old friend of mine from Northhelm went through a lot of trouble to contact me and told me in a grave tone that Morgan was dying. He had late-stage liver cancer, and the doctors said he likely wouldn't make it to his birthday this year. His dying wish was to see me one last time. I shared the news with Charles. He was in the study, reviewing documents. After hearing that, he took off his glasses and massaged his temples. Then, he approached me and took my hand. "Do you want to go?" I shook my head. "I don't want to, but… I think I need to put an end to this once and for all."