Bittersweet Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Rebekah moved closer to him, making sure their arms are touching before she continued eating. * MORGAN'S PLACE* Morgan is standing in front of her wardrobe, staring at the dress she and Lizzy twinned with. Sadness swirled in her eyes as she stared, and she slowly took the gown. She hugged it to her chest. "Lizzy" She muttered in disappointment. She walked to the disposal bowl and threw the gown inside, then she went back to her bed was about to climb up when the door barged open, and her foster mother came in.

It turned out that the little girl she had taken care of back then was Melanie, who was also her current granddaughter-in-law! Madam Mogan was shrewd. Seeing that Eliza seemed unaware that Melanie was already married, Madam Morgan didn’t reveal her identity. Eliza only knew that her surname was Drew and addressed her as ‘Ms. Cece’. Eliza did not know that she was Madam Morgan. "Did you hear what I said?" Hearing no response from the other end of the phone, Madam Mogan began to get angry. "Tomorrow, you go and meet that girl! I'll send you the time and place."

The room also has two matching black velvet couches with similar button tufting on them sitting on both sides of the room with a dark espresso French coffee table directly across them both. Barely making it behind the desk, I hear someone knocking on the door. -"Come on in." I instruct before sitting down and taking a deep breath. -"Morning, boss!" Morgan says with her cheerful personality. Morgan Bates is my pack's Gamma. She is relatively young, 21 years old, to be exact. She has earned her Gamma position with hard work and dedication. Both her parents are regular members of the pack, but Morgan always stood out from the crowd. She might not have immense strength, but I tell you, this fiv

Niyati Mehra A 24-year-old beautiful woman with 5'6" height, glowing skin tone, a pair of pink plump lips and innocent eyes. She is a very kind and soft-spoken woman. She looks too innocent and anyone's heart will melt just looking at her innocent face and beautiful smile. She is working as a personal assistant in a big company and earning well to bear her expenses along with her daughter's expenses. She is living a good life with her daughter and husband though she doesn't have any peace inside her heart. Ranvijay Mehra

Now that I looked at the envelope, it really was addressed to me, Skylar Anderson. Focusing on the paper, I started reading the words imprinted on it. Meet me behind Chriswood Street after midnight. - B.M I read those same words twice, a confused look forming on my face. Those were the only words written on that entire paper. What was that even supposed to mean? I didn't know who B.M was supposed to be, and even if I had heard about the Chriswood Street, I knew how much sketchy that place could be around midnights.

Smith Ungrateful daughter! For the moment, enjoy your temporary crown. Just wait and see until Don Frederick Castellanos announces Addison's victory. She is more deserving to be the wife of the CEO than you, Mayu. My lips froze after reading that. My heart sank again, and my fist clenched tighter.

Kristen panted with tears running down her eyes. She was now facing Mrs. Morgan and Celia with her arrow fixed on her bow. Her hand tightly held it, as she targeted it towards them. The whole zombie were behind both mother and daughter. Smirking, Mrs. Morgan said. "You aren't sweet blood or did I call for you?" "You!" Kristen said, under her breath. "Me? Ah...Me? Did you meet with sweet blood? Did she tell you the whole story?" Mrs. Morgan laughed.

“I chose this. I chose you.” He stared at me for a moment. “Then promise me something.” “Anything.” “If I go too far—if I become something else—you’ll pull me back.” I nodded. “I will. Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.” A faint smile. “Fair enough.” Morgan’s estate was as cold as I remembered it—gleaming, sterile, an architectural marvel with zero soul. She met us in the conservatory. Dressed in ivory, calm, regal. But her eyes were tired. The weight of the headlines had found their way into her pores.

" He must have been so annoyed because he looked impassive. There was no doubt that in his head he was already planning on how to kill me. Arden Wayne Moretti. That was his name. How would I forget? He was the first man to ever touch me the way he did, and most of all, the very first man I ever stole money from. His name was carved in my head forever and even if I wanted to erase that, I couldn't.

"Yep, I just started being transferred today." "That's weird. What do you think? So sudden." Jenny looked at her probing, but then she decided that Vida wasn't hiding anything from her. Her gaze immediately turned conspiratorial. "You know the latest gossip I heard? My best friend Fey is one of the directors' secretaries, so she can update the latest gossip from the top of our company!" she mumbled in a half whisper.