Lindsey Marie Morgan Novels & Stories

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

This time, however, she’d made an exception to speak up for me. Morgan was now a major name in the entertainment industry. A versatile actress, she excelled not only in acting but in several other arts, her cello skills being the most impressive. After five years in the industry, she’d secured the Best Actress award last year for her role in Heart Strings, successfully elevating her status to top-tier. A warm glow spread through me as I read Morgan’s T*****r post. I opened W******p, found her contact, and sent a message.

She looked confused and slightly annoyed. “Maxwell, what’s this about? You sounded—” “Look at this.” I turned my laptop screen toward her, pointing at Lindsay’s name in Phoenix’s employee directory. “Look at the name, then tell me this is coincidence.” Morgana’s eyes widened as she read. She sank into the chair across from my desk, her face going pale. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Lindsay works for Regina?” “Executive Assistant and Client Relations Manager.” I turned the laptop back toward me. “This explains everything.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

The training ground had begun to feel like mine, not because they had fully submitted, but because they were finally starting to accept my authority. I was assigning the next rotation when hurried footsteps sounded from the entrance. I turned to see Linda rushing in, breathless. “Something’s wrong, something’s wrong!” Her voice was high with urgency. I frowned. “What happened?” She didn’t answer immediately, too busy catching her breath. The women nearby had already started glancing over, distracted by her expression alone. Linda finally looked up at me, eyes wide. “Lady Morgan is looking for you!”

Pulled up her file. Morgan Hayes. Twenty-six years old. Represented by Kathy. Based in Seattle. No social media presence worth mentioning. A handful of successful campaigns over the past few years. Nothing special. Nothing that explained why my brother was right. Why I felt this electricity? Why the thought of Marcus or anyone else touching her made me want to break things. I scrolled through the photos in her portfolio. Professional shots. Beautiful. She photographed like a dream. But something was off. In every photo, she looked... guarded. Like she was hiding something behind those eyes.

Emma eyed me to stand up while she went back at the table and when I almost did, I halted when I heard Lindsey said, “Last but not the least . . . Mason Walker and María Méndoza.” Wait, but I thought she won’t come to the homecoming?

Stays loyal even when Chloe makes choices Morgan wouldn't make What She Wants: To be taken seriously as a tech genius, not be expected to be "the strong Black friend" To find someone who can keep up with her mentally and maintain her friendship with Chloe without judgment Secret: She's into Martins too (sexually), but knows the line with her best friend. When Chloe and Martins get together, Morgan is genuinely happy for her, even though she's a little heartbroken. Name: ISABELLA ROSALIND GARCIA Age: 46