Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

I teased. Carmen yelled, “True that, Mr. Lover Man!” “What did you just call him?” I laughed. Kole chimed in. “Everybody knew Knox wasn’t a dater. Hard worker, yes. He lost his virginity late in life. When he got attached to the girl like a baby Crandon.” Carmen gasped. “NO.” Knox scowled. “I will NEVER be like Crandon. I will never be pussy-whipped into stupidity.”

he said, his voice trembling slightly. Knox smiled darkly, his eyes shining with mischief, “You don’t get to tell me what to do rogue!” he spat, his fist hitting him square on the chin. Maverick was losing control and he was beginning to realise that. “Show me the breeder,” Knox commanded. His men parted ways, giving him a clear path to walk towards me in the cage, “Beautiful Rosanne,” he muttered, his eyes trailing down my body. I kept my eyes on him, discreetly hiding the dagger in the sleeve of my shirt, “Alpha Knox,” I greeted, keeping my voice calm and collected.

I don’t know what I expected her to look like, but it wasn’t the sparkling-crystal blue-eyed and reddish-blonde-haired woman whose face fills the screen. “Ah, Knox, that was quick. Good work, Beta Bennet.” “Uh, yeah, tha-thank you,” I stumble over my words. Knox gives me a side-eyed look before he speaks. “Bria, I hope you have news on the rogues in your territory?”

Mercer opened another file beneath it. Original Identity: Anna Elenov. Status: Acquired. Knox’s chest tightened slightly. “She wasn’t created in the lab,” he said quietly. Mercer shook his head slowly. “No.” The silence afterward stretched heavily across the room. Knox looked back toward Emily’s childhood photo again while memories replayed quietly inside his mind. The missions. The orders. The blood on her hands. All those years, he had believed he was commanding a trained government operative. Not a stolen child forced into becoming a weapon.

— So are we going to wait here, or do you want to come in? — I think it's better to wait for now, if we leave here, we can miss each other, and bigger problems can occur... — I was waiting where you came in, it was taking too long, and I started to get worried. Noah, can I ask you something? — Yeah. — Who's Morgan? — Morgan? Ah... he IS one of the King's lovers, why? — Because Balck always talks about him, I thought maybe he... — Were you interested in him?

In that moment, I came to a decision and it was this: I had never taken a life before, but I was ready to drive my claw up into Morgan’s trachea if she posed a threat to me, because it was pretty clear that she wasn’t simply going to laugh off her defeat and call it a day. She was one of the best Blue Moon warriors, and I had just humiliated her in front of a joint audience of our respective Packs, so now she would be out for blood. I had to be too. The tension ramped up quickly, but just when it looked like things were about to take a bleak and bloody turn, Xavier’s voice cut through the hostility like a knife through butter. “Morgan.” She ignored him, and after a second try with the same r

Shows her character as Young Master's servant. Nicko looked satisfied with his current attitude, then he nodded and said, "Oh, I have something to ask, do you know the news about Erick Woolf and also Mitchel Young?" Mr Morgan is much like Russell. He has many sources of information and knows someone's latest news. Nicko is very sure that many things he does not know are clearly understood by Mr. Morgan.

she whispered. He gave her a lopsided grin. “Perks of the job.” Eventually, she picked one of his films and he agreed, reluctantly. They settled under the blanket, her head on his chest. Knox played a rugged, wounded hero in a post-apocalyptic world. The film was dark, gripping, and achingly good. But then came a sex scene. Vivienne’s breath caught as the version of him on screen stripped a woman bare and moved over her, lips trailing down her neck, hands skimming her thighs.

He’d been on guard duty twice while Aidan was at work, and she knew him to actually be a good man but still… right in this moment, as she watched his hands move over his shotgun, he looked like nothing but death incarnate. Next to him sat another one of King’s team. Knox was all dark hair and dark eyes, silent and watchful. He had a quick grin that would appear suddenly and rarely, and every time it did, Gabi found herself smiling back at him. But there was no cocky grin today: the man was focused on the parking lot outside, his broad back tense.

and I don’t believe in abortion” she added. “Oh” Margo said staring at the alcohol in her hands. The irony right. ******************************************************** We drank and talked for a while and then I look over at Knox's side. He was laughing. I smiled. He never smiled or tried to look happy. Then I began to think of what's ifs. What if Knox was not a grumpy power driven maniac? What if he was kind to me? What if he treated me like his real mate? Like his love. My imagination ran wild and I began to fantasize.