Lindsey Marie Morgan Novels & Stories

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.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

The next day, Linda engaged a well-known photographer to shoot Adam and Melanie. The photographer proposed two sets of photo series designs, and sought Melanie and Adam’s approval before the two of them walked on the pure white platform and started the photo shoot. Before they managed to get a third shot, a commotion broke out below the stage and behind the studio lights. Linda’s subordinate came over to report the situation. “Ms. Yancey, President Morgan from Morgan Group is here.” Linda smiled, and glanced back. Jeffrey had already walked near, and she looked at him without standing up, “President Morgan, did you just barge in uninvited?”

Lindsay asks, furrowing her brow and not hiding the look of disgust. "Forgive me, I never introduced you," Ryan says, turning to her rather impolitely as he takes my sweaty hand. "Darling, this is Miss Lindsay Thomas, she's been working at JBR Enterprises for a few years. And this lady here is my lovely wife, Mrs. Morgana Burke." He approached and kissed me on the cheek. Lindsay's gaze toward me now is completely different from our first contact; it seemed jealous and surprised. A kind of respect shines in her eyes in a different way.

Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her. “Good, I trust you to be tight-lipped about it.” “Yes Stormy.” He gave a mock salute. “See you later boss.” “Sure thing.” He exited the room. “Okay guys.” Bryan held up the sheet of paper. “Results!” Maureen sipped on her wine. “Morgan Sanders.” “Alrighty then.” Raymond intertwined his fingers, cracking his knuckles. Maureen studied the piece of paper Bryan passed out. Morgan Sanders Female 42 Las Vegas, California.

Liliana retorted. “He’s actually a...,” replied Maddison, opting to not finish the sentence. They would continue to go in circles unless she gave Liliana what she wanted. “His name is Morgan Drake and he’s a doctor by profession.” Liliana went to work, typing away on her phone. When the search on one social media app turned up nothing, she moved to the next. After a few minutes of searching, she put down her phone and let out a sigh. “I can’t find him. I think he’s a ghost.”

"Lily, you're here." Miss Morgan said, pulling her into a quick hug while her eyes darted around behind her looking for her son-in-law. A resigned sigh left her lips as she pulled away from the hug when she caught no sight of him, "I guess he's busy with work once again." She said before Lily could give her daily excuse, and Lily gave her a tight-lipped smile in affirmation.

Joan added. “Her?” Nero questioned with furrowed brows. “Lena Morgan” Nero smacked his lips. “It’s not her,” he stated, and Joan stood up, irritated. “What do you mean it’s not her? They saw her.” “It’s Linda Morgan, her twin. I thought she worked for Lucky. Does she now associate with those folks?” Nero retracted his phone and dialled one of his contacts. “Get information about who gives instructions in the minister of interior affairs bureau,” Nero ordered before he hung up and faced the window.

And we're not even officially a couple yet, so none of this matters anyway. God, I'm a mess. Morgan leans across the desk and grabs my arm. "Please, Lily," she begs. "You went out with Calder-freaking-Cunningham. You're the only one of us allowed to have scandalous dating adventures. Let me live vicariously through you." Morgan's getting married in the spring. In fact, she moved out here this past summer to be with her fiancé, who works at one of the large banks downtown. She hasn't had the chance to make many friends, which works out for me since I don't have many either. I work such long hours that I rarely meet anyone outside of the Center.

Liam pushed through it and found Morgana Prescott waiting for him. She was a woman who defied easy descriptions. Maybe forty, maybe fifty. Blonde hair that fell in waves past her shoulders. Eyes that were either green or blue depending on the light. She wore a black dress that probably cost five thousand dollars and made it look casual. A martini sat on the table in front of her, untouched, the olive speared on a silver pick. "Liam Sinclair." Her voice was smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. "You're late." "Traffic."