Novel & Cerita Jeffrey Dean Morgan Younger

His eyes scanned the hospital gown and the bruises visible beneath it. Morgan said nothing. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the man standing beside Dean—Jake, the man who looked identical to Dean but radiated a completely different presence. Dean’s expression shifted slightly, and he introduced naturally. “This is my younger brother, Jake. He just returned to the country and came to visit Hazel.” Then, speaking to Jake, he said, “Jake, this is Morgan. I… She’s my girlfriend.” Jake smiled flawlessly, as if meeting her for the first time, and said politely, “Hello, Morgan.”

“Not Jeffrey. Jefford.” Gabriel then explained, “Jefford is just like me, but even more mysterious. I heard that he had never appeared in the Yates family. The old matron of the family just found him recently. He used to use his mother’s surname as the old matron is also his maternal grandmother.” “He is Jeffrey Morgan.” Melanie shook her head and said firmly.

“Are you Catholic, Morgan?” The question took her aback. “I—I was raised in the Church. Yes.” Jack groaned. “Grand-pere, Morgan’s religion is none of our business.” “Given enough time, it might be.” He slapped his knee and rose to his feet in a surprisingly spry move and handed her the bag with a Cheshire cat smile. Wondering what the heck he meant by that comment, Morgan couldn’t escape the feeling the old man had pulled the wool over her eyes. He might be eighty-two, but he wasn’t slow— mentally or physically. Jack had warned her…

Ron Gibson had hoped he would get credit for at least Mr Morgan's plea but to no avail. Now he actually trembled at Mr Morgan's statement. Son of the largest shareholder, other than Lord Lloyd senior and Madam, Young Master is the most respected person here. "Master Morgan, I'm sorry. I really didn't know what they meant. Young Master was…" Mr Gibson still needs to finish his sentence. Mr Morgan immediately scolded him. "Stupid! You've been looking for trouble and are leaving for your own death. Don't blame me because I didn't defend you this time. I don't want to offend Young Master with my words and actions. Your problem, you take care of yourself!

Young looked around the room for a moment before saying quieter, “The anniversary just passed, did it not?” I nodded. Young was a good one. He had a small coven in Seoul that he and Morgan had a long standing friendship with. They were good friends and I considered him a friend as well. He knew much about Morgan’s life and even had met Auri once or twice. “I haven’t seen him for three months.” “It’s amazing that one death can take such a toll on him.” Gianna pipped up, fan still out. Young laughed and patted his woman. “You never met Auri but to say that the when she moved the world turned to watch would be an understatement. She was a force. One that Morgan took great care in protecting.”

“Morgan…” She giggled. “Hey, don’t get mad at me! Do you know what he offered? The latest sports car on track. Do you know how much that costs? Of course I gave in.” “Morgan, you’re twenty-four, not eighteen. How can you still be bribed with a car?” “Forever young, baby!” she sang dramatically, her voice breaking into an awful, exaggerated note. “I wanna be forever young…” I burst out laughing despite myself. “You sound like a dying frog.”

Cassius was still by the door. I looked up from the body, Morgan was the only pathologist in here, a young vampire of a century-plus old who was brought in here ten years back, the young vampire's red long hair which was often left to fall off his shoulders had been trimmed, now reaching just his shoulder length. Morgan was brilliant, wise, and very clever that's why he was brought in here. He was also a very far relative of mine. "What?" I asked as I looked back down at the body, he pulled down the cloth from the head down to the toe.

Ash's POV Morgan stood in my office trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. Her confession hung in the air between us and I could see the terror in her young eyes. Part of me wanted to be angry. This child had deceived us and gotten close to my son under pretenses and put Ross in danger. But she was just twelve years old. A kid caught in her father's twisted obsession with revenge. "Please don't hurt me," Morgan whispered. "I know what I did was wrong but I could not go through with it."

He sat in one of the smaller receiving rooms off the main packhouse hall with Morgan across from him and Megan to her father’s left, and spent most of the afternoon feeling like he was being evaluated for weaknesses he no longer had patience to hide. Morgan was skilled at it. He made questions sound like conversations. Observations sound like compliments. “You’ve stabilized quickly,” Morgan said, sipping from the coffee he’d barely touched. “Impressive, considering how sudden everything was.” Decker leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. “I didn’t have much choice.” Morgan smiled faintly. “No. But some wolves are better at carrying weight than others.” Megan, seated with impossible

Morgan stood up first. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t look at my father. He didn’t even glance at Lola. He simply walked out of the study without saying another word. As soon as he left, the elders in the room began to murmur among themselves. “That was unexpected,” one of them said. “Morgan has changed,” another added. “He used to be so cynical.” Someone else spoke in a lower voice. “It’s because of the girl.” “For Lola,” another elder agreed. “He’s different because of her.”