Derek Morgan Novels & Stories

"And you're not gonna break that?" "No. But if you deserve to know about us, Don will tell you." I nodded. ‘Deserved to know’, more like ‘deserved to get initiated into our weird-ass religion.’ Man, I didn’t know cult leaders could be hot enough to melt ice on. "Okay.” I agreed, nonetheless. “What's your favourite colour?" He blinked at me. "Yellow. Yours?" "Red. Do you have a pet?" He shook his head. "Nope. Do you?"

Episode 50: Someone I don't know. Margaret POV I stood with my father and watched Derek becoming someone else, the thrill he had consuming human blood evident on his face, he liked it, so more so he didn't want to stop. Derek grabbed each and every witch and murdered them in cold blood, I was dumfounded, Morgan too and my dad was beyond surprised, he didn't know that Derek, the one whom he loved as his own, would one day consume the same blood he swore never to anymore.

Derek bowed and walked out. I didn’t count on him finding out much. He wasn’t Simon. My former Beta had an eye for details that everyone else missed. He paid attention and knew how to stay in the shadows, unnoticed. Derek… wasn’t that. He was one of my best soldiers, but not a match for my old friend. The same way Morgan wasn’t a match for Jenn. No matter how much I’d tried to convince myself she was.

His voice trailed off as guilt took his words. Morgan grabbed his collar. "We treated you like our own son and gave you everything. What did you do to Samuel?" Derek dropped the act, shoving her away and spitting. "What did I do? You pushed him to his death. I just helped things along. He told you he was sick over and over, didn't he? And you wouldn't believe him. It's funny that you'd rather trust a stranger like me than your own kid. I should thank you for all these years. A little lie here, a tantrum there, and I could get you to beat him up or give me whatever he never got."

Good. Decker stood at the top of the stairs with Tony half a step behind him. He did not miss the fact that Morgan looked as composed as ever, as though nothing of consequence had happened during his stay beyond a ceremony and a few political discussions. That, more than anything, reminded Decker how dangerous the older Alpha could be. Morgan clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at Decker. “You move quickly,” he said. It was not quite praise. Not quite a criticism. Just observation sharpened into a test.

The grand doors open and Colfre enters her room, in his hands is a tray of letters. “My queen, reports of the drought affecting the people in the borders came in. The farmers plead for your grace’s help.” Colfre acts as if nothing happened inside the bathhouse. He is now dressed in another set of fresh clothes, clad in his armor. He still looks handsome as he always is. Morrigan dismissed the servants who helped her dress. Colfre went to her side and put the tray on the ottoman. Morrigan reached for it and started to read its content. It was signed by hundreds of families from the borders of Hymir, signed by blood calling for her help to alleviate or reach her grace to them as they struggle

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

June questioned. “I didn’t do anything. Darien tried to assault me. What was I supposed to do? Nothing? Let him molest me? Let him rape me? And I had nothing to do with Mister Moors being arrested. Mister Kinsley found out he was taking money from poachers to let them hunt here,” I countered.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

This exchange revealed morgan 's skepticism towards the land's potential, contrasting with 's more enigmatic perspective. In a past life, that very same piece of land had transformed into a bustling tourist destination, its value skyrocketing. Frederick Stephen, a shrewd investor, had recognized this potential and made a strategic investment. Morgan , however, failed to envision the land's future worth, illustrating a difference in foresight between her and the astute Stephen.