Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

I looked at Knox, his fur glistening with water from the river. "Knox, shift back, please." He hesitated, his eyes still locked on the place Kael had just vacated, but then complied. The transformation was swift, his form morphing back into the muscular, human shape I was getting so familiar with. "I knew this was a bad idea," Knox muttered in frustration. "We really don't need to keep giving him reasons to be mad." I rolled my eyes. "I'm getting really tired of him acting so childish. This is difficult for all of us, not just him." I paused, recalling my earlier encounter. "Did you know Naomi was still here?"

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.

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.

Mrs. Moss looked hopeful when she saw the person coming. “Detain this woman, Morgan. Keep her in jail for the rest of her life so she can’t bring evil onto this world again.” “Calm down, Aunty,” the man said. His name was Morgan Moss, Jason’s elder cousin, the chief of the North District Police Department, the youngest chief ever. He had a stern face, tough look, tall body stature, and he was wearing a black and blue uniform with golden epaulettes that glinted under the light. Morgan and Jason looked much alike, just that Morgan was more handsome in the traditional sense.