Novel & Cerita Bittersweet Morgan Elizabeth

Though Morgan was beautiful and always attracted the richest men, she was too proud and thought of herself to be better than everyone. "Anyways to compensate you all for wasting your time, the first round is on me" Morgan yelled, cheerfully. "Yeah!!!" The girls laughed and began taking their orders. Morgan might be egocentric but she wasn't the selfish type, this was the main reason why they hung out with her. They began drinking and talking about their relationships. This made Morgan bitter because she had lost the man that mattered to her. Since the passing of their father, she had never truly loved any other man apart from her brother. She allowed Marvin into her heart but all he did was

My voice came out sharper than I intended, the edge cutting through the quiet hum of the café. He leaned back casually, smirking as if my anger amused him. Just then, the waiter arrived with two bowls of ice cream, setting them down in front of us. Morgan picked up his spoon, spinning it lazily between his fingers. “When I’m in a bad mood, I eat sweets,” he said. “Helps every time.” I frowned at the bowl, the cold fog clinging to the glass. “You dragged me here just to eat dessert?” Morgan scooped up a spoonful, pointing at me with it before putting it in his mouth. “Not just that. You’re wound up so tight, it’s painful to look at. You need this more than I do.”

I asked, frowning. “No, I apologize for scaring you... I came to prepare breakfast, but it looks like you have everything under control here!” I smiled gently and extended my hand to greet her. “I'm Elisabeth Lis, Mr. Morgan's secretary. And you must be... Magdalena, right?” “Patrick said I'm the maid?” With a disapproving tone, Magdalena raised her eyebrows, looking irritated. “This boy never learns to treat his elders with respect!”

"Regarding the Morgan family situation. The sister whose grave William forced Eliza to visit—Katherine Morgan—allegedly committed suicide shortly after Eliza's return to the family." "Self-immolation," I remarked, recalling the reports. "Unusual choice." "Yes, sir. And convenient timing." I set down the dagger, finally giving Chase my full attention. "Elaborate." "Katherine Morgan was the family's beloved daughter for over a decade," Chase explained. "When Eliza returned and the truth of their switched identities was revealed, Katherine supposedly killed herself in shame. The entire Morgan pack immediately blamed Eliza for driving Katherine to suicide." "Too neat," I observed. "Too convenien

So why is my heart aching for her? ''Were you not friends?'' ''Well no, she was desperate to ruin you and I needed someone like that so.'' ''So you are a psycho who capitalizes on people's pain.'' ''Yes, hun. Especially your pain.'' "Why are you doing this?" My voice quivers, the pain and terror that have become my constant companions seeping into my words. "Why me?" Sandra's expression is a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, a storm of bitterness and longing that chills me to the bone. We sit in heavy silence, the tension between us almost suffocating, before her lips curl into a bitter smile.

The other two follow me from behind. "Hello," a dark haired woman with a dark brown eyes smiles while standing in front of us. So this is the bloody babysitter who's an hour late than the time she's supposed to be here? And she dares to smile like this as if she's innocent? "Hello," all three of them greet her back. "You're pretty," Belle supplies as she steps forward. "Awww thanks," the tardy babysitter squats in front of her and smiles. I feel like wiping that smile off this instant by the rage in me, she fucking wasted an hour of my life.

she paused to catch her breath. "My heart is broken and my soul is very bitter because of losing my position as your Luna and humiliating me in the presence of your staff. The fact that Diane is now your Luna is something I don't want to believe. Anyway, have it in mind that leaving your house will not mend my broken heart nor will it atone for the bitterness in my soul. The only thing that can atone for the bitterness in my soul is revenge..." she pursed as Alpha Denzel cut in. "Morgana, I warn you for the last time to banish the thought of revenge from your mind if you love your life!" Alpha Denzel bellowed.

"I run a sanctuary for abused wolves…those rejected, abandoned, or damaged by their packs. Henry, the ancient one I mentioned, lives as a hermit in Alaska. And Dimitri..." "The corrupted one?" Morgan's expression darkened. "Turned his power to darkness. Uses it to enslave rather than lead. We don't speak of him more than necessary." "And now me." "And now you." Morgan studied her with those inhuman eyes. "The first to survive rejection by a true mate in over a century. That makes you special even among us." "I don't feel special. I feel... lost." "Good." At Elena's surprised look, Morgan continued, "Humility will keep you sane. Too many who gain power lose themselves to it. But you've alread

It was silent, unintentional, yet just as painful. My chest burned, and a sharp, unbearable pain radiated from my heart. I pressed a hand to my ribs, gasping silently as tears welled up in my eyes. Desperate for acceptance and hope, I cried and clawed at my chest . But none came. Alpha Shawn's voice continued, oblivious to the pain that was being established a few steps away. "Amer is beautiful, well-educated, and, most importantly, the daughter of a Lycan king. Nath, we’ve spent years preparing for this moment—don’t let emotions cloud your judgment."

Each thrust was so painful with the pressure that grates her soul, making her fall into the grip on her throat. With regret for those last words she said, her life slowly drained out of her body. Her body limped but held in place by the couch. He could feel her death, still, he didn’t stop. A mind preoccupied with Sarah. It felt good, beyond a worldly pleasure to have her limp on his hand–not Britney, Sarah. Hours later, the maid came knocking on his bedroom door with a tray of coffee in her trembling hand. The dark, shiny wooden door is hell's entrance.