Daria Jake Morgendorffer Novels & Stories

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

he uttered. I knew I was in a very delicate situation. "How would I handle being Damien's slave and Jake's wife? " I thought. I knew I was in for something very serious and I needed wisdom to handle it. “Mansion” I looked at him inquisitively trying to think of how he was able to afford a mansion.

I didn’t want to scare them. I managed to convince Derek to allow us to hold a memorial service in honor of Gwen and he eventually allowed it. It was the Blood Shade’s first ever memorial service held in honor of a human. I spent most dinnertimes alone with Derek. Sometimes, he talked to me about what happened throughout his day after he left me with Corrine. Most of the time, he just listened. He kept me up to date on investigations regarding my attack and Gwen’s murder. I honestly think that he suspected Lucas; he just couldn’t admit it to himself. It only served to strengthen my resolve not to test his loyalties by telling him.

She would never get past that. Morgan ran his hand over his stubbled chin as he wondered if he wanted to give it a try. Jacqui was a beautiful lady. Hell, she was gorgeous. She was also smart, hardworking and a pain-in-the-ass. She frustrated Morgan as much as she intrigued him. Perhaps it was that combination that kept her at the forefront of his mind. He was good at reading people, but Jacqui Karston was the wild card. You just never knew which way she would play out. Morgan found himself grinning. It was always fun to take on the house, a challenge he hated to pass up.

“Leon is supposed to be bringing a witch to see if she can help me, but I’m not sure if I can trust his witches since one of them kidnapped me and wanted to use me as an experiment.” ‘Don’t trust any witches.’ Vivian said. “Are you sure about that? Jordyn that’s a bit reckless don’t you think?” Jayce returned, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “Calm down lover-boy, We’ll all be there with her, we are definitely not leaving her alone with a witch, but it is the witch from the Winter Falls Pack, Dianara, she can be trusted.” Jake answered. “Well, I’m going to be there too.” He answered stubbornly. “I just need to gather up some of my work, there are a couple of other things Jordyn and

Drabek asked. "Because a promise is as good as a deal to a fae, and I never break my word." "So be it then. Now tell them the truth, Alora." Damon said. I nodded; Helga squeezed my hand. I gave her a tight smile, clearing my throat. "My name is Alora Elwood, and I am the daughter of Sorin Elwood. The empress of the realm of dreams." "You have to be shitting me." Kier snarled.

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

Dante announced. “Twerkley, you’re never going to win,” Kimmy exclaimed. “I’ve won the last two contests. I’m going for the trifecta. The baby shall use my middle name, Aurora.” “Aurora is a pretty name,” I said, smiling. “What’s everyone’s middle name?” “Actually, my middle name is Hailee. I use it as my last name for my designs,” Morgan revealed. “How did I not know that?” I said, puzzled.

Fuck. “Jake, this is Emma Anderson. She’s your new assistant in training. Your new number two.” Margo smiled his way, and he realized he was staring; she hadn’t caught him yet and she sure as hell wouldn’t. He wasn’t some prepubescent teen with zero skills. Looking down at the floor he could already feel himself instinctively taking calming breaths, regaining composure quickly with all the skill of a seasoned Lothario. Okay, you’re just horny … Obviously! And she’s just not your usual type. New and exciting and you have been bored with the likes of women with forgettable names and no tits lately.

Drake, on the other hand, required no subtlety, he burned. His jealousy was raw, untamed, and easily stoked. Morgana planted suggestions like seeds, watching them take root behind his eyes. “She has weakened Damon,” Morgana said casually as they walked together through the outer grounds. “And Derek? He’s already gone, lost to guilt.” Drake scoffed then said, “They’re blind.” “Yes,” she agreed softly. “But you see clearly.” She praised his strength, his decisiveness and his hunger for power. Where Elise had once softened him, Morgana sharpened him.