Lindsey Marie Morgan Novels & Stories

The music wasn't bad, but Morgan would have preferred something with more of a country twang. He sipped his bourbon, thinking the background music was going to put people to sleep before they could sign their checks. Ah well, what did he know about business tactics and fundraising. He was a contractor. He knew nails and two-by-fours, not how to persuade people out of their money. Lily Anderson walked by on her way over to Jacqui and Morgan stopped lifting his glass to his lips as he watched her pass. I'm much better at talking women out of their skirts. I'll stick to what I know best.

Alpha callum walked. " Please! Both of you! There should not be arguments about this. Since we are the guest, we have to listen to what alpha callum wants. So if he wants the jet to be divided into compartments then it will be. So please. Stop bickering like children" Morgan said. That was the first impression I had of her. Strong. A leader. The perfect woman to be beside alpha Lloyd. I felt a pang of guilt on my chest, inadequacy flowing through me as I tried to nudge the thought aside.

“Miss Morgan, you don’t look well. Have you been working too hard recently?” Suzanne asked. Then she patted her forehead as if she had thought of something. With a vexed look on her face, she said, “How could I have forgotten? Miss Morgan majored in accounting. You must be not used to being the host all of a sudden.” “Suzanne Reid!” Karen growled. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Suzanne. Suzanne looked elegant and calm as she glanced at her coldly. “Miss Morgan, sometimes even though you have a powerful background, it doesn’t mean that everything can be done according to your plan. Don’t be too optimistic.”

Chris nodded as she ate her snacks while I played with my here. “Is this Samantha Morgan?” Surprisingly, it was a lady who said, My eyes narrowed suspiciously, hesitating to say anything since the voice didn't ring a bell “, Yes…that's me…what can I do for you,” I said nodding not sure who she was but Chris and I waited for her to speak further? “Well, I'm calling from LB constructions… I'm Mandy, an assistant to Mr. Wilson…” the lady said her name introducing herself and at the mention of a familiar surname my eyes widened in shock. Chris saw my surprised expression, hence frowned, and I took the phone from the table.

This exchange revealed morgan 's skepticism towards the land's potential, contrasting with 's more enigmatic perspective. In a past life, that very same piece of land had transformed into a bustling tourist destination, its value skyrocketing. Frederick Stephen, a shrewd investor, had recognized this potential and made a strategic investment. Morgan , however, failed to envision the land's future worth, illustrating a difference in foresight between her and the astute Stephen.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

“She’s worked for Elizabeth’s family for a long time at the Amyrran Coven. But she was sent to the Wlanc estates to help with Emalyn’s pregnancy. She worked as not only her handmaiden but a healer as well. She was basically a gift from the Amyrran Coven to ensure the safety and healthy birth of the High Priestess. She’s also the head council member for witches. She’s away on business for right now, but when she’s here, she’s still working as the handmaiden for Queen Elizabeth.” I looked at Aiden and saw that he was giving the King a strange look. We knew exactly what kind of “Business” Morgan was doing, but the question remains: does the king know? “She’s the Queen's personal handmaiden?” I

Elder Maron’s voice brought me back to the present. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind. "I’m sorry, I was... distracted," I admitted, forcing my attention back to the room bustling with preparations. A planner motioned to a list of music options for the ceremony. "We were discussing your preferences for the music, Luna. Would you like a more classical tone or something contemporary?" The decisions felt trivial, almost absurd, in light of my internal struggle. But I nodded, choosing something at random. "Classical... yes, that sounds lovely."

If Lydia didn't choose a dangerous way of being her decoy to give her an escape then it would have been her that is traveling down to the afterlife now. Dried leaves and branches crisps and flaked under Morrigan's step as she found her way towards Lydia's grave. A fresh mound of soil and a marker with offerings of foods and incense from the kind-hearted people, who helped Morrigan give Lydia a proper burial, laid in front of Lydia's grave. Morrigan touched the top of the mound, her bloodshot eyes again brimming with tears. "You've left me too early," She started. The memory of her and Lydia from the palace came back to her mind, the way Lydia would always watch after her, play and chase her

Wendy blinked, “Why not?” “That’s a gift Mr. Reinhart announced he would give you,” Lysia replied calmly. “Do you know who I am?” Wendy’s eyes glimmered with amusement, and she was clearly trying hard to hold back a laugh. "Wendy Morgan, the eldest daughter of the Morgan Corporation. I've attended parties at your house with my parents many times, but I’ve never met you. They say you’re often busy with your own company," Lysia paused for a moment to observe Wendy's expression before continuing, "And you are also my husband’s unofficial fiancée."