Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

"I said it's time to go. Now." "We weren't finished," McGregor tried to intervene, his voice wavering. Knox stepped forward, and the air seemed to drop ten degrees. He turned his head just a fraction toward McGregor. "No one was talking to side characters. Walk away before I make it a permanent departure." McGregor’s face immediately went pale. He gave me one last, lingering look and hurried toward the church without another word. I stood up, the adrenaline finally hitting my system. But instead of being grateful, my stubbornness flared. I hated that he had seen that. I hated that he was acting like my keeper. "I can Uber myself home, Knox. You can leave. I’m not a child."

“Don't think the little kindness you've shown me gives you the right to say whatever you want, Knox. You are no better than your—” Before I could finish my sentence, his fist was wrapped around my neck. I saw the kind of rage that took over only when he was with his father and at that moment, I regretted ever being careless with my words. He tightened his grip around my neck and it didn't matter how much I fought against him, he didn't let go. Instead, he punched the wall a few inches above my head, as if trying not to hit me. “That is such an ironic statement coming from you, Morgan,” he hissed. “I could send you to him. I would if you think so highly of him and forget your place here. But

"What do you think he will look like?" Morrigan looked towards Frey then up at the sky again. Looking at the bright stars shining down at her. "He is probably a fine man. Well-versed in literature and the military. Not to mention that his father is also quite handsome." Morrigan took out the locket she keeps inside of her dress. Frey pried a look at the locket, finally noticing the back of the locket. "Are those your initials?" Morrigan nodded at Frey's inquiry. "This locket, only him can open it." Morrigan turned the locket in every direction, again looking for a way to open it.

I asked her, but she rolled her eyes. "Knox is not as bad as other members of the group. He is humble, down-to-earth, and he is friendly. Trust me, you would fall for him if you were in my shoes," She gushed over him, cupping her cheeks in her palms. "You've only spoken with him about two times. What's with this attitude? Ugh! I feel like smacking your head now. You are so crazy," I shook my head. "Whatever! So, what about Doctor Mason?" She asked, and I sighed.

Luna wanted to stop them from calling her Madame, but thinking that she has to get used to it, she just nodded at them and smiled a little. Phoenix Stokes is a man who works for Knoxx’s KnX modeling and photography business. He is the head photographer and a director of the company, he also works for the KnX Entertainment Company. He is a dark-skinned man who was 6 feet tall, he had sardonic brows and thin lips that could rival a woman’s. He looks good but only if you stare at him for a long time, and you will find him quite charming.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

I still have voice recording of the last call I had with her back at Knox penthouse. The one I heard I man's voice in the background and had to lie it from the TV. I roll my eyes, I'm not stupid. I thought they're neck deep in a messy fight of constant bickering and accusations. Knox stabs a fork into a piece of bacon and feeds my mother with it. She took a bite and chew gently, her eyes sparkling. They are acting chummy . Gush. Their acting skill deserves a spot in Hollywood. Knox us a great actor taking the main lead in his own drama with my woman doing so nice in a supporting role.

he pointed with a stubby finger, "a dwarf named Kranky and another one. They ambushed a human at Apsara Talkies and duelled with none other than Mr. Kane Morgan." Broot looked up at Kritter with his tennis ball sized eyes and caressed the side of his head, a reminder of the assault by his former masters. "Kane Morgan, eh? He hasn't been much of a supporter, has he? Wants to disband the ministry of Labour Welfare I've heard." He growled.

So this is the infamous Knox. I’ve heard stories. Finn talks about him the way you'd talk about a stray wolf that occasionally shows up to your campfire, steals your food, and disappears back into the woods. Wild. Unpredictable. Maybe even a little unhinged. Now that I think about it, he does resemble Finn—same sharp bone structure, same annoyingly perfect mouth. But where Finn is sunshine and charm, Knox looks like he crawled out of a lifestyle magazine for sophisticated gangsters.

“Please, sir… I’ll pay it back. Every penny. Just… just don’t hurt me.” "It is Knox! Not sir!" Knox laughed, the sound cold and devoid of any humor. “Pay it back?” He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. “You think this is about money? You stole more than that, sweetheart. You stole her dignity, her peace. And now?” He let go, shoving her backward. “Now, you’re going to pay.” He turned to his men, a wicked gleam in his eye. “What do you say, boys? Should we show her what happens when you mess with the Prescotts?”