Author Morrison Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Her name tag said Mora and her cardigan said I know where things are. “Morning,” she said. “What are we hunting?” “A ghost,” I answered, and the corner of her mouth lifted like we were telling the same joke. “Early coverage on private clubs, city permits, features on nightlife. Say… last seven to ten years. Also anything on a journalist named Adrian Merritt. He might’ve written under initials back then.” Mora typed with the efficient brutality of a person who has wrestled old databases and won. “You want microfilm, digital, or both?”

The weight of her question hung in the air. "I plan to…" Daisy Hunter was interrupted by a vehement knock on her door. Allison shuddered backwards in trepidation. "How could that be by this time of the night?" Daisy asked as she walked over to the door. "Who's at the door…

Nelina Morris & Nigel Morris **Jupiter Morgan

Sienna joked, "Do you have any good candidates in mind?" Mila pointed at the imposing house up ahead. "I do. Nathan's brother. He's Daniel Morrison, the fourth son of the Morrisons, a narcotics agent in Norvania." Sienna's cheeks turned red with nervousness and embarrassment. She tapped Mila's arm. "Mila, could you please stop teasing me about him?" "I'm not teasing," Mila replied, avoiding Sienna's gaze but speaking cheerfully. "I'm serious. I'm just worried you might be uncomfortable, especially since Daniel, you know, can't see—"

“What we lack in finesse, we make up for in intelligence. My wolves are far smarter than any others you’ll ever encounter.” I look them over. One in the back has his paw shoved up his nose. He’s literally trying to pick his boogers with his paw. I want to point this out and tell them how stupid they are, but I did just get my head stuck in a gate. “Besides, I know a secret about Luna Barbara, something that will blow your mind!” Morris says, his eyes widening. I look at him skeptically as I hear in my head, “Tristan? Where are you? I can’t find this cat anywhere!”

In my pack, I barely have an inner council. I just have people I listen to, and Mor has been one of those people. She’s also been right more times than I can count. But if Mort is on my side here, “Why do you think she isn’t?” Mort sits, even though I didn't ask him to. He sniffs the air for a split second, and I know he picks up her scent. Mor can pick up Morwenna’s scent anywhere. He turns to me and launches right into it, “Anyone spying on us either has to be working for either the Night pack or the Redstone pack.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

It was like fighting a ghost who knew all my weaknesses because she’d once been close enough to see them. I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I needed. Daniel Morins. Private investigator. Discreet. Thorough. Expensive. I’d used him twice before. Once to vet a business partner who turned out to be laundering money. Once to confirm Vivian’s story about where she’d been during those years she was gone. He answered on the third ring, voice rough with sleep. “Moore. It’s three a.m. Someone better be dead.”

My shift ends and it's time for me to go home. I didn't find any hard drive on Uncle's office while I was cleaning. But there was this one door in his office which is locked. I suspect something suspicious is inside there. "Miss Miller." I looked up and saw a man, his hair is streaked in color gray because of his age, but he looks very young on his black suit and black shades. "Yes?" I asked. "Do I know you?" "No. But Master Morrison wanted to have a word with you," he said as he point his hands to the parking area where I saw a Black Ferrari 599 GTO car that made my eyes sparkle and made my jaw drop.

"I know, ma, but you need to know about this first." "Then what is it?" "I found out that your stalker is working for someone," he reported. "Okay, obviously. Now, did you find out who he's working for?" she asked, her voice filled with impatience. "Yes and no," Mocor replied. "The fuck? What kind of answer is that?" "I found out that the person is a Morel, but I don't know which person." "A Morel? Are you sure of what you're saying?" Lilly asked.