Descendants Morgie Novels & Stories

“That’s unfair.” “Is it? Because from where I’m sitting, it sounds like you’ve gotten very comfortable making decisions about my personal life without consulting me. Don’t think I have forgiven you for the stunt you pulled with the investigator.” Morgana stood abruptly, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for her purse. “I think I should leave.” “I think you should.” After Morgana left, I continued reading about living donor kidney transplants. The surgery Mia had undergone was complex, requiring months of preparation and careful post-operative monitoring. The uncle who’d donated his kidney had made an extraordinary sacrifice.

But that theory was debunked when the doors opened, I take a look and immediately recognise the guy from the night my dad died. "You probably remember me, I came here to have a chat with your sister Miya," Morgan says, this makes me once again sink back into my chair just staring at the laptop. "What are you going on about?" The guy asks, it didn't seem like he was in the talking mood, which meant Morgan is gonna have to be smart about it.

"This is not a sister, this is clearly the moonlight he holds in his hands and can't forget!" I moved casually closer, appearing to examine a display of autumn fruits while my ears remained tuned to their gossip. "I heard that the deceased daughter of the Morgan pack is not actually of Morgan blood," the merchant continued, lowering his voice further. "The real daughter is the Second Miss who was just found a few months ago! I don't know if this is true or not." This particular rumor had been gaining traction throughout Northern Territory. The mystery surrounding Eliza Morgan's sudden appearance and Katherine's subsequent death had fueled endless speculation.

Even though Morgan was bullying her, she wouldn't dare to him. Gilbert seemed to hesitate for a while, before he began, “Morgan could be a jerk and a pain in the ass sometimes but trust me he's a good child. His mom died in the process of giving birth to him, you know, no one can love you like your mom. So he grew up without her love and having knowledge that she died giving birth to him, he hated himself.”

Jack said with a fond smile. Morgan watched their byplay with an awareness of their love and affection for each other—and not without a bit of envy. Her biological father had never wanted anything to do with her, so she’d bet his parents knew nothing of her. And her mother’s parents had disowned Mama when she’d become pregnant while unmarried. They’d died shortly before Morgan’s tenth birthday, the rift unmended. She’d never had a grandparent, much less a character like Brice in her family. The old man patted the sofa beside him again and sent her a hopeful glance. Unable to resist, Morgan gave into the charmer.

Morgana watched the city disappear below, watched the country where she had operated for twenty years shrink into abstract geography, watched her old life become something that existed only in memory and federal case files. She had survived. That was more than most people in her position could claim. Astor Sinclair was in prison. Richard Maddox was in custody. The Reyes family was facing raids and arrests and the dismantling of their entire operation. But Morgana Prescott was airborne, heading toward a future where her past would be nothing more than a story she told when she had drunk enough to feel nostalgic. Her phone buzzed one final time before they reached altitude where it would lose

I sob into his chest, holding on to his body for dear life. The children surround me and their father, hugging us, trying to give me their strength even though they are grieving. I feel a sudden rush of wind as one of the children leaves the huddle, Morrigan. She always smelled of sweet peas to us, our little sweet pea, our little angel from King Conri and Queen Amelie. Winnie had told us what had occurred in Eglarest, finding out who Morrigan’s biological parents were. I had a feeling Morrigan was their child, but I couldn’t have said for sure after the rumors that had spread.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

Lord Henderson had not lost his thoughts, as he only continued to string them together concisely. “Now, we know that the descendants of the Ming Clan are working in tangent with the Han Clan, with out question. We must prepare to visit Lord Vasquez. I am almost most certain that Lord Vazquez has an important part to play in this escapade as well. Why else would the the descendants of both clans head north?” Lord Henderson said calmly. He knew that Transcending Ice Crystal was the relic that tied with clans together. This was his major discovery that he had mentioned earlier. It would be no surprise that his illustrious group had been decimated, as both clans have been pursued to the brink of

she continued, her voice rising with despair and anger, “I never wanted him. I’ve always loved Greg—Lila’s father! He was the one I wanted, the one I loved. But he left me after everything that happened, and now Anderson is gone too! I’m left with nothing!” I was taken aback, struggling to process her words. The revelation about Greg, Lila's father, was a twist I hadn't anticipated. My insides were suddenly boiling with conflicting emotions. Part of me felt a pang of pity for Morgana, seeing her so broken and vulnerable. But a bigger part of me knew that she definitely deserved to be alone. Morgana took a step forward, her face twisted in fury, and suddenly raised her hand as if to strike me