Bittersweet Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

“What if she—” “Don’t you get it, Ryder?” Morgan cut me off, voice low and dripping with contempt. “Eliza is a distraction. She’s nothing but a pawn in this game—one that I can sacrifice if it means achieving my true goal. I’ve wasted enough time tiptoeing around her precious royal status. It’s time to show everyone who truly commands the power in this realm.” I clenched my fists, anger flaring inside me. Morgan’s arrogance had always grated on my nerves, but this—this was reckless. “If you think you can just run amok without consequences, you are sorely mistaken.”

Morrigan hugged the only pieces that remain to her, a memory that she still has a kingdom waiting for her, a betrothed that she looks forward to meeting, and these pieces of jewelry are the last thing she is holding onto; her last thread of hope. "A very expensive gift from a groom, he must have loved you dearly," Frey commented. Morrigan stared at the locket. "I haven't met him." Frey watches as the already sad eyes of Morrigan turned sorrowful. Morrigan looked at Frey, and towards the food that she had brought earlier. "Oh! You must have been famished, here go on and eat." Frey took the tray closer to Morrigan and let Morrigan help herself to answer her growling stomach that had not had a

they just met. Bentley only hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid that she would regret. She is already dating but what he just witnessed made him uneasy. "My first daughter isn't in yet. Her car broke down so she is with the mechanic right now but she would be coming soon." "Oh is that Luna? I was about asking of her." Elise said, his yet to be asked question already answered. Bentley's POV

Thank God… But one glance in Jack’s direction, and Morgan knew she was in trouble. He sent her a hard, hot glance that forced her to remember and promised more, much more, until she drowned in pleasure. A ravenous ache resounded in her gut, echoing between her legs, and she felt her nipples swell again. Morgan bit her lip to hold in a gasp. Too bad she couldn’t contain the flush crawling up her cheeks. Brice glanced away from Jack, over to her. A new smile danced at his mouth, moving the salt-and-pepper moustache above it. He looked mighty pleased. “Are you Catholic, Morgan?”

Though no doubt about it, he came from the sufficient seed. I smiled, imagining my child, born with blonde hair, sharp nose, beatiful eyes, like Barbara Palvin or Alexandra Daddario. She must be gorgeous. God, I can't wait to hug my beautiful daughter. And when Kelsea grew up, she had to adjust to two languages at once, not only language, but also very far cultural differences, but it would be a lot of experience for her. "You smiles alone are getting worse." scolds Gerald. I just pouted. He wouldn't like to see me happy. Maybe Gerald is so glad to see me suffer. Is Gerald a psychopath? But why didn't he kill me so long ago?

Matilda continued, taking one of Morgan's hands and holding it tightly. "Listen to me, dear," replied Morgan, holding Matilda's hand tightly. "You and I were like them in the beginning. They were not loving each other, hating each other. So were they; Elisa couldn't open her heart to Felix. The man you saw, I know that it's Elisa's ex-boyfriend. They've been close for the past few months. But trust me, things are different now," Morgan added, trying to calm Matilda down.

“The elves. Their lifeforce… It tasted so delicious. They were powerful, yes, but weak at the same time. It was so easy to take what I needed from them. Their strength, their vitality—it fed me, it gave me the power I craved. And you, Raven… you will be so much more.” I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. The thought of what she did to Gwen’s people and my people ignited a furious fire within me. The elves, kind and strong, drained Morgan's twisted hunger. “Why?” I spat, my voice shaking with rage. “Why would you do that to them? To my people? You don’t even understand what they represent. You—” Morgan’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, but I do. An

I was curious. She simply shrugged. "It's now a small confectionary store. The owner Mister Wilson passed, so the wife sold it. It was the saddest day of my life. I lost another home... Sorta." She bit her lip and turned to me, "it's getting really late. I have to check on my guys, plus I've got to arrange our place to sleep. See you later maybe." She smiled at me as she tucked in a little of her shirt into the back of her pants.

It had a fantastic silver color and it was spiral binded. Morgan Stanley was sent out of the kingdom by his evil stepmother two days after his father and mother were ruthless assassinated by his stepmother and her lover, Damian shakes an important official in the kingdom who was a close friend to the late king.. Morgan moved out of the palace leaving behind his four months pregnant wife, Scarlett in the mercy of his stepsisters who were bent on making Scarlett smell hell. Scarlett a slave from the neighboring village that Morgan fell helplessly inlove with, began nursing her big plans to reunite herself with the love of her life.

"Then look at you. You know all these yet you're keeping it from Morgan. Why?" "It's none of your business." "Is it really to protect her or to keep yourself from coming off as a traitor sister. You're selfish Sabrina. Come to terms with it." "You're messed up." I repeated shaking my head. I couldn't believe that Morgan suffered all these years for nothing. She was only a side character that the fire between Dante and Winston happens to burn yet she was hurting more than who the fire was meant for. It wasn't right and I was going to make it right.