Joseph Morgan Smile Novels & Stories

Allistair said Samael smiled wider. “Now can I talk to Morgan first?” “Yes baby, of course.” Samael’s eyes changed to vibrant blue shade, Morgan now taking over. “Hey darling, I love you, all of you. And Lilione tell him I love him too.” Morgan looked at him affectionately while caressing his face tenderly. Allistair leaned into his touch. Savoring the comfort it gave him. Allistair just smiled and spoke to him tenderly.

Morgan 's loud outburst caused an abrupt hush to fall over the room, turning all eyes towards her. Even Ethan and Hayle paused their conversation to look her way. Realizing she had drawn unwanted attention, Morgan 's face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly softened her tone, forcing a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Are you alright, sir?"

she smiles as she sits down. She cuts open her pie and steam escapes, “Beef and mushroom, my favourite,” she says, completely ignoring the fact that we have business to discuss. We follow suit and cut open our pies. Blowing on my bite to help cool it down faster I observe Morgan who seems very happy with herself. She probably feels my look because she looks up and winks. When we are done eating Claude explains our plan and asks her assistance. Morgan leans back and closes her right eye with a pensive look on her face. When she opens her eye again her look is intense.

Morgan is broad and huge and even though I’ve been with him for almost a month, I have never seen him close front without a shirt. His arms flexed and he stretched a little. Everything felt like a movie—one that the next thing would be to take off the towel and make me feel his erection but that was just silly. I’m no girl in a movie and Morgan has no erection. I may be an ass sometimes but I can admit when a person is sexy and Morgan Flamur is very sexy. “What?” he asked, cocking his trimmed brow. “Figured I could jump in the shower while you were asleep.”

I could feel my whole body become tense even without moving. Morgan walked slowly toward us. His steps were steady, almost too calm. His face didn’t show anger or sadness or surprise, nothing at all. But his eyes stayed locked on me the entire time. It felt like he was trying to search my expression for something, something he needed to see. When he finally spoke, his voice finally broke the silence. “I thought you were hurt and needed some sympathy,” he said, with a faint smirk. “But it seems you’re having the time of your life.”

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

His footsteps were slow and deliberate. I glanced at him in the mirror, noticing the abrupt changes in his once-stoic expression. There was something almost playful in his eyes now. Morgan grinned mischievously. "I know how to fix that temper.” "What are you talking about?" I quizzed, frowning. He silently stopped behind me. "Morgan..." Before I could finish, Morgan's fingers caught the zipper at the back of my black gown. Then he slid it downward with one slow motion. I froze, my fingers remaining suspended beside my left ear.

Finally, the corner of his mouth curled up, "Grandpa, don't worry, your great-grandson will definitely be able to hug you! I will work hard!" Morgan is speaking so blatantly in front of his elders, which made Ashley blush when she heard that, and she couldn't help giving him a reproachful look. Morgan smiled complacently, but immediately corrected him, "Wrong, I was wrong! It's... we both worked hard together!" The elders in the back row naturally understood what Morgan meant, they all looked at each other and burst out laughing, Ashley was even more embarrassed. Along the way, there were laughter and laughter and soon returned to the old house.

he beamed, extending the bottle toward me. I gave a tired smile, taking it politely. “Now we go Josie Morgan Island.” he added again, and my eyes darted with confusion.

I stammered, voice cracking. Morgan smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His hand didn’t move. “Or you could stay right here and help me with something else.”