Knox Morgan Character の小説・ストーリー

His jaw is tight, his body tense with something that might be jealousy or might be calculation. "Montenegro," he says flatly. "I know." "He saved you." "I know." "Why?" I don't have an answer. Or rather, I have several answers, and none of them are ones Knox wants to hear. "I don't know," I lie. "Maybe he just believes in justice." Knox's expression says he doesn't buy that for a second. But before he can press further, another figure approaches. Dr. Moreau. She looks smaller up close than she did on the witness stand—a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and smile lines that suggest she's spent her career trying to make terrible situations slightly less terrible.

Knox pov The first thing that happens when I enter the diner is see my girl ,my mate with my fucking brother what the fuck is going with Orion what the hell is wrong with him. ? Yes I just acknowledged her as my girl . My cold heart is starting to melt all on its own and it's not even exciting anymore . It's scary . Charlotte is Just everything I should avoid and I'm trying to do that but it's becoming so hard to do that especially after I marked her forcefully.

Mason was easy to talk to, funny in a way that balanced Knox’s coldness. But as the laughter died down, Knox finally spoke, “You seem very comfortable, Miss Lane,” he said. “Too comfortable, considering you’re surrounded by creatures that could rip you apart without trying.” I looked at him, his dark eyes holding mine. “Maybe that’s because I know you wouldn’t let that happen,” I said quietly. Knox’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t respond. Mason gave a low whistle. “She’s got guts, I’ll give her that.”

Stranger hmmm Morgan what do you think would you consider James a Good Man Morgan I can’t say I’m now meeting him for the first time 6 / 7 Stranger ha you crack me up Morgan but don’t you think you fooled him enough maybe you should tell your little boyfriend who you really are When the strangers spoke those words James became suspicious of Morgan and her involvement in this little scheme James what does he mean by that Morgan who are you Morgan then sighed and freed herself then got up and took the gun from The stranger James what’s really going on Morgan I don't understand what's happening were you in on this all along Morgan yes James from the very start I planned everything from us meet

Knox reached out then—not touching her, but close enough that his presence wrapped around her like armor. “You will not face this alone,” he said. “No matter what the investigation reveals.” She nodded, tears finally slipping free. Knox straightened. “Rest,” he said. “And heal.” He turned toward the door, then paused. “And for what it’s worth,” he added quietly, without looking back, “Finn’s greatest weakness has always been believing the wrong people.” The door closed behind him. Alone again, she pressed a hand to her chest. And prayed that truth would be enough to save her.

Lenora gasped in surprise, the doubt evident in her voice. But I was the Mr. Brooke they had been referring to. It was the deep-seated disdain from Lenora and Nathan that led them to automatically dismiss the correct answer. I chuckled lightly as Morgan paused his actions and returned to my side. "Mr. Brooke, should I give her a beating too, to help relieve your frustration?" I sighed and smiled bitterly. Morgan was perfect in many ways—he was meticulous and efficient—but there was one flaw: his innate aggression, which he couldn't turn off, and it didn't matter if the person was male, female, young, or old.

I say, “Knox always does a superb job in vetting our employees.” “I’ll kill the bastard!” Jory cracks his knuckles. “Whoa, we are not the Mafia; we can’t just off people, Jor!” I chuckle. “He’s right, Jory,” Knox sighs, “Between the Moretti’s and Sandra, we can’t....”

Sleek beauty, short black hair, and miserable pink lips. Knox, the cowboy of their power club, is nonchalant. He’s in a brown leather jacket that complements his hair and faded blue pants. His emerald eyes are so soothing like the pastures he commands. All three power boys and their queen are enamored of me. Oh, god!!!

Another long, deliberate second passed, then he finally turned back toward the fight to finish it. Knox noticed the exchange. “That,” he muttered quietly into his whiskey glass, his easy smile vanishing entirely. “Seems dangerous.” I swallowed hard, my throat was completely dry. “What?” “Cain Daniels just got punched because he was looking at you instead of the six-foot psychopath trying to kill him,” Knox pointed out. He turned his stool slightly away from the bar to look at me fully, then sighed dramatically as he tapped the counter with his empty glass for a refill.

He looked older than his thirty five years with hard lines carved into his face and eyes that burned with obsession. "Well done daughter," Damon said smiling cruelly. "You've served your family well." Morgan looked at her father with an expression that broke my heart. It was sadness instead of fear. "No Dad. I served my conscience. And I'm sorry but you're wrong about everything." Damon's smile faltered. "What?" Morgan pressed the signal device hidden in her pocket. "Now!" I shouted into my earpiece. Moonfall warriors poured out from every direction. They moved with precision surrounding Damon's rogues before they could react.