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Nothing ever did when it came to her. Theron backed into the wall, fingers twitching around the hilt of a blade I knew he’d never reach in time. And through the jagged seam in the air— She stepped. Morganna. No title. No warning. No need. Because she was her own herald. She wore a gown of midnight and teeth, shadows stitched into velvet, blood glinting at the hem. Her hair flowed like liquid ink, threaded with bones small enough to be fae, human, or both. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were lanterns lit with spite.

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”

RHEA The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

"Hey, I'm going out," I said to everyone while holding three books in my hand. "Marylin wants some help with the math assignment so I'm going to help her," Mom scratch that they all gave me a scrutinizing gaze and I felt like telling the truth, "Wearing that? You look like you are going to a party to me," Kaden spoke and I looked down at my outfit which was a mid-thigh orange tight dress with black high-heeled ankle boats.

She barely had enough energy to cry, and yet, she wept, her shoulders rocking up and down, breathy sobs coming out of her. "My dress hissed and swished with each step as I walked towards him. I told myself I would be OK. If I just had my mate, I would be OK. So I took it. Every comment, every snide remark, every dress that never flattered me, every task that belittled me. I took it all." Alpha Riven looked up at the moon, giving her a bit of privacy as she blew her nose and continued. "Morgana herself, wore the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. Of course they were still on the color of her temple clothes, but they were so beautiful and form fitting, you'd think she was the one marrying.

If I play my cards well, I can recycle them against him. “I am so sorry, Madam! We will just replace the dress.” They said as they beg for my mercy. “Just the dress? Those jewelries have also been an inconvenience for me! I do not want the ‘Mrs. Wilson’!” I grabbed the Dior Ultra Rouge lipstick in the shade Ultra shock and swiped it on my lips. I will be shocking everyone tonight. I looked around the measly executive suit and saw a beautiful cowl-necklined sequined black gown with thing-high slit. It was worn on a headless mannequin with a white faux-fur coat draping upon it. As soon as I lay my finger on the dress, I felt a rush of excitement. It is calling my name – Morgana, Morgana Aless

She just hoped that they won't take their time in town in an attempt to avoid people especially merchants from Hymir to recognize her if ever they even remember how the missing crown princess looked like. There on her bed sat two neatly folded garbs. One is a cloak for her to wear later as they walk around the town and a white ruffled dress. Morrigan ran her fingers on the fabrics. "You don't have to buy me new clothes for this occasion." She unraveled the white dress and was in awe at how the ruffles of the dress made its skirts look full. She twirled around with the dress at hand and watched how the ruffles bounced with her movements. Despite it having a different fabric from the usual ruf

I say as I walk inside the bedroom. Morgan wore a beautiful open-back white chiffon evening dress with long laced sleeves and chest pieces. Her bridal hair updo had a pearls headband trailing from her low messy bun up and above her left ear. -"Naomi, it's nice to see you again." She came over to hug me. I sensed an uneasiness in the air, and the sad smile she gave me told me something was off. -"Is something wrong, Morgan? Are you okay?" I politely ask as she walks away from me.

I know there’s nowhere Arlo won’t be able to find me now and Maelor will never be able to cut us off from each other again. The magical cuffs barely offer any resistance as I slip out of them. I was hoping to find my clothes somewhere in here, but it seems I’ll be running in a lacy, white negligee which barely reaches my thighs. I doubt it was necessary to dress me this way, they didn’t have such fine fabrics when Morgana was alive. Pervy old bastard.

A need for him to touch every part of my skin. A need for him to plant his lips on mine and never stop. A need for him to be inside me and thrust until we're both a sweaty mess. I get up quickly and place my knees on both sides of him so I'm now straddling him and he places his hands on my hips which sends electricity up and down every vein in my being. "Fuck.. Morgana..." He groans and I feel him get hard underneath me and my core is seeping with warmth. My gown is pretty easy to take off so I slip out of it easily until I'm in just my bra and panties.