Kyle Morgan Book Novels & Stories

"But he got hurt because of me. If I just walk away now, I won’t feel at peace. It’s only a month. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about our world tour." Sally grumbled, "I’m not worried about the trip. I’m worried about my brother…" Morgan blinked. "Your brother? Dr. Cook? What about him?" Sally hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Morgan, what do you think of my brother?" Morgan wasn’t sure why she was asking, but she answered honestly. "I think he’s a great person. He may seem a little cold and quiet, but he’s actually very kind. He’s patient with his patients and really dedicated to his work."

I said cheerfully. "Mas—your highness," Kyle corrected himself smoothly as he bowed. "Have you been well?" "We have," I replied. He handed Remus to me carefully. He was still bundled up, his face mostly hidden—perfect. "Hello, I'm Mandy Morrigan," she said, extending her hand to Kyle. He didn't take it. "I've heard about your work with the temple," Kyle said politely. "Your family is known for its... charity work." Mandy's lips curved. "I'm flattered. You actually came at the perfect time. We were in need of some help."

It meant restraint. Chris leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes flicking between us like he was preparing for war. Celeste stood beside me, stiff and silent, her arms wrapped tight around herself. She hadn’t slept much. Neither had I. Damian placed a hand at the small of my back—steady, present. I stepped forward and held the envelope out to Morgan. She took it without a word. Her eyes scanned the page. Then she did something I didn’t expect. She closed her eyes. And exhaled.

Morgan turned down all of his invitations with studying as her excuse. Derek remained undeterred. He said, "I'll win you over one day, Morgan." "I dare you to say that to Bennett." After hanging up, Morgan reproached, "Is he not gonna give up now that he knows I'm a Kingsley?" Valerie asked, "Do you want to tell Kieran about this?" Morgan shook her head. "It's not worth bothering him over a trivial matter like this. He only takes action when there's a major problem."

David Morgan's name was written on the inside cover in his own handwriting. Freya went still when she saw it. "I didn't know he kept one," she said softly. "Do you want to read it alone?" She hesitated. "No. Stay,” she eventually replied. We sat down on the floor of the archive building and read. It took about forty minutes to get through the relevant entries. What we found was even more than we'd been looking for. David Morgan had not promised the territory to Norwood Pack. He'd actually done the opposite. He documented, clearly and repeatedly, his concerns about Norwood Pack’s financial practices.

Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down. “Your Highness, are you still listening to me?” Morrigan sat upright when her tutor called her attention, suddenly waking her soul that almost drifted to the land of dreams. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks and with a mischievous smile scratched her head. Her tutor went to her desk and saw random scribbles of words, a drawing of supposedly a crow and a dove, a few scribbles of flowers, and in the middle were her lecture when her class started. Her tutor couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose. “Your Highness, I know that studying this is something you will think is

"Forty-three. You missed the one in the pantry. And you aren't leaving." "I have a Midterm in Psych 101 today! And I have a shift at the tavern tonight," Jesse argued, stopping in front of him. "The Coven hasn't moved in forty-eight hours. Maybe they realized I’m officially pack and gave up." Kyle finally looked up, his amber eyes dark with frustration. "Morgana doesn't 'give up,' Jesse. She waits. She’s letting the tension wear us down. Going to a public campus right now is like walking onto a target range with a bullseye on your back."

Alexander said, introducing the seemingly unassuming figure seated in his office. Kyle extended a hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Megan. I've heard a lot about Enlighten Press, and I'm eager to contribute." Megan, caught off guard by the introduction, reciprocated with a handshake. "Likewise, Kyle. Always good to have fresh perspectives on board." Alexander, the architect of this orchestrated encounter, smoothly steered the conversation. "Kyle here is one of our elite team members, specifically assigned to work closely with Enlighten Press. I believe his insights will be valuable in decision-making processes."

The kids will forever be a blessing. My eyes darted to Katie who had joined some of the bigger kids to train. My little girl was just as fierce as my bigger girl if I could call Aurelia that. Kyle on the other hand was definitely with the older scribes who keep books about the pack safe. That little man would most likely grow up to become a librarian— a bookkeeper like his grandmother. My mom loved books and I could see her in Kyle. I didn't have a definite routine. If I'm not on the training field with Katie and Aurelia, I'll be with Kyle and his books. I made sure to spend time with every one of them.

The couple looked at each other and Morgan closed her eyes gesturing to Kyle that it was okay. Kyle looks at me. " " Actually, Morgan is on the run," he said. I looked at him so that he could go on. " Morgan was with the Bloodhounds. She grew up with them and the leader of the rogue group favoured her. He trained her to be a killer and they terrorized and conquered some smaller packs to expand their group and territory. But Morgan didn't like everything they did. She felt guilty and she wanted to leave but it would be impossible because Xavier, their leader would let her. In the end, she decided to go rogue on him and escaped. I found her in our territory out of luck or destiny. If anyone el