Jeffrey Dean Morgan Younger Novels & Stories

"I'm Eli connors, I'm 22, you also can call me E." Damn, he is so fine, I would so love to hit him up. Omg what am I thinking? "I'm jace Morgan, I'm 18, I'm also the youngest, you can call me jay." Nicee but I wouldn't date somebody who is 2 years younger than me, maybe who knows? "I'm Nathan Morgan, I'm 21 years old. You can call me Nate." Ooh la laaa he is one hot brother. Then the girl speaks up

Decker’s jaw tightened just slightly. “They’re not subtle,” Lotty murmured. “They’re not meant to be,” he replied. The vehicles came to a stop at the base of the steps. For a second, everything went still. Then the doors opened. Alpha Morgan stepped out first. He was older than Decker mid-fifties, Lotty guessed but there was nothing diminished about him. Broad shoulders, controlled movements, the kind of presence that came from years of leading and surviving. His hair was streaked with gray at the temples, his expression sharp and assessing as his gaze swept the packhouse, the guards, the territory.

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.”

It wasn’t much of a disguise. Was he trying to break away from his past… or simply blur its edges enough to make it harder to follow? In the third volume, I found something. Robert John Morgan. Born 24th September 1980. Liverpool University Hospital. Mother: Bridget Elsie Morgan, née Aherne. Father: Leonard Albert Edward Morgan. Merchant seaman. I stared at the entry for a long moment. I still couldn’t be certain. But the pieces were beginning to align. The probability was shifting in my favour.

Morgan, honest as she was, said candidly, "I did. My brother was worried that I would be hungry, so he made sure I had three slices of toast today. I wasn't allowed to go out of the door before finishing them." Derek smiled. His eyes were constantly on Morgan. "How old are you?" "21, I think. You?" "26. I just came back after getting my PhD in another country. This is my first year taking over the family business. Are you studying at a local university or another country?" Morgan was not jealous of his PhD at all. There was no hint of the admiration Derek wished to see on her face. She answered, "I'm a second-year student at Zenith University."