Jacob Morgan Book Novels & Stories

James was stunned to hear all those book titles, he did not even know that these kind of books existed in the world, and even if it did, who would read all these kind of stuff theses days? “Why can I not read? When I became your friend, I read too, and with Lucy—” Edmund was about to say something when Morgan intreuppted, “Yea, yea, when you first got to know about Lucy, you turned my whole damn apartment into a giant library, and trust me with this, Jimmy and Charlie, no one is ready to take those book even for free, and if I say I have a thousands on book about how to be a good big brother, I have a whole unique collection in my apartment and now, I started seeing those books once again an

I walked inside just the way every single part of Morgan’s place made me feel—I was in awe. The mantle over the tall fireplace held fine vases and some sculpted art. The room had a warm glow and a big shelf that held hundreds and if I’m not mistaken two hundred and fifty-seven other books. My teeth dug into my lips as I walked closer to the shelf and felt the hardcover of the books. They were way over twenty years and the thought of having a book just as old as I am made my stomach twist. What was Morgan doing with all these books and how did he have access to the first editions of these?

I replied. “The person behind this stole one of my books!” Morgan said slowly. “I told my men to search my library secretly and my journal wasn't found. I used to keep it under the ground around the place I sat. The journal is missing and the implicating map was put in another book of mine.” “How does the journal look?” I asked slowly. “Meet Jojo and ask him. He will be your new ally…” Morgan replied. I was now ready to go. I stood up and gave Morgan a warm hug. I wondered how much I would have missed if I didn't visit Morgan. I left his place with new secrets, information, and power.

RAPHA OKOYE POV "Is this billion-coin bid a joke, Elder Morgan?" I whisper, my eyes locking onto the skinny messenger wolf who just crushed the entire room's bank accounts. He does not look like a high mafia boss at all. He wears thick glasses, looking more like an old scholar from the pack library than a powerful alpha warrior from a top dominion. There is no heavy beast energy coming off his skin. My nose only catches the scent of cheap forest leaves on his simple wool jacket. He does not fit the picture of a titan who can throw a billion pack resources around like dirty water.

Morgan: [I don't understand the life of rich people.] Heartless Rogue: [Isn't your family pretty rich too? I heard that you are a famous big shot in Brookville.] Morgan: [My family has money, but it's under my father's control! He didn't give me a penny. Why do you think I established Emeraldshade Forum on my own at such a young age? Why do I need to do such a pitiful and shady small business, boohoohoo…]

Mr. Morgan was behind the desk in his hotel suite, looking through the balance sheets of Morgan Corporation, when Jacob, his right-hand man, brought in a cup of water and his medicine. “It's time for your medicine, Sir,” Jacob said, placing the tray by the side. "Jacob, unplug my phone and bring it here. I need to call Aria and see how she's doing. I told her I'll be returning to pay her a visit by the end of the day. She must be waiting for me,” Mr. Morgan told Jacob, but the man stood unmoving.

The main reason why I don’t give out my name to women I sleep with is I don’t want anyone getting attached. Instead of going back to my cabin, I went straight to our hotel front desk and grabbed the guest book “Morgan...Morgan…Where the fuck is it?” I was scanning the book to find her since I remembered the lady she met mentioned her surname when Jacob appeared out of nowhere and whispered near my ear “Who’s Morgan?” he whispered. I pushed him back and shut the book close. “No one,” I responded swiftly. He gave me a doubting look, I was about to add something when I noticed a familiar figure walking towards the entrance. “Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.

Without hesitation. Khaelon's eyes flashed. Jacob met his stare without backing down. "What I do has nothing to do with you," he said quietly. "And whether I talk to Vida or not is my decision." The silence between them became suffocating. Neither man looked away. Neither yielded. And for the first time in years... Jacob Morgan openly defied Khaelon Dravik. Over a girl.

Wade suggested. “I second that. A behavior of a witch can be guessed by a witch only.” Jacob said. “But what could be the reason behind Ms. Morgan sacrificing her life to give a new life to Caroline?” Joshua couldn’t help but wonder. “Maybe because she had lived a long enough. So, she might have thought to give Caro a chance; after all, she had just begun her life, and… and do you remember that she had given a pendant for her when she met Caro for the first time?” Jacob reminded.

Morgan do hope and pray one day that his son will finally come back to him and apologize right to him for everything that happened between them because of an ordinary girl and how that. Not quite long, Morgan receive a call from someone that a businessman was copying their ideas and everything. Morgan couldn't help but called the person phone number since she doesn't know the person behind Everything that was happening. Because she can arrest Such person for stealing their style. There isn't no need of her trying to act like a fool by calling to know. What was she actually expecting before? Does she really think that the person will take her Call? Of course not . ****** T b c