Little Misfortune Morgo Novels & Stories

Sebastian looked away quickly, trying to make as if he hadn’t just been caught in the act, but he was saved a moment later by Marcus exiting the club. “We’re leaving already?” he asked, frowning as he ran a hand through his curls. “Stick Girl here couldn’t hold her liquor,” Sebastian replied, ignoring the stiff middle finger she gave him. “She’s a cheap drunk.” Marcus was quick to grab said cheap drunk as she attempted to take a step forward, saving her from meeting the sidewalk face to face, and pulled her into him.

Security here was focused on keeping humans out, not monitoring internal movement. Inside, the hallway was dimly lit and smelled of beer and old wood. I could hear music and conversation from the main room, the typical sounds of a Tuesday night crowd. I moved carefully, keeping to the shadows, heading toward the storage rooms at the very back. That's where I found her. Morgana was in her forties, dark hair shot through with silver, wearing the kind of practical clothing that allowed for quick movement. She was alone, going through papers spread across a makeshift desk. The information she'd stolen, probably. Evidence of her betrayal.

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

“I’m not a monster. Yet. As long as you do what I say, no harm will come to her. But if you try anything… well, let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.” I hung up, my blood boiling. He thought he had the upper hand, but I wasn’t about to let him control the game. I would get Morgan back, and when I did, Vladimir would regret ever touching her. I made another call, this time to my most trusted men. “We’re going after him,” I said, my voice firm. “And we’re getting Morgan back.” There was no room for failure. Not this time.

Even the bills have piled up and must be paid immediately, while the remaining money she has will not be enough if she just stops working. Her mother's treatment cost a lot, until the mother finally died and she could not end up in debt, even though she had sold the only house they owned. She just needed to survive at least until the debt was paid off, also until she could find a way to get away from a strange man like Brian–she thought. The man drove his car so fast, until they finally arrived at a luxurious mansion belonging to the Regan family. Elise swallowed her saliva, the mansion was even bigger in area than she had previously imagined.

I looked at her full of happiness, Although I don’t know the feeling of parental love, But I’m happy that Manang is here to make me feel loved. I stared at Manang Lordess who were about to enter the house, She stopped walking when she notice that I am not following her, she waved her hand, signaling me to follow her. I walked slowly towards her, when I got closer we went inside together. Even though we are rich I just live a normal life. I have two friends and a brother. I can say that my life was simple until I met him Everything is being controlled, everything is being denied, Everything was messed up, including my life, I always deny the sin I have committed. But is it really a sin to lov

Gerald replies, glaring at the girl before looking at his son. "You can go now, father," Milo growled, excusing his father. As his father walked towards the exit, Milo turned towards the girl, "What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, trying his hardest not to walk over to her. "Ericka. Ericka Christofferson. From the New Moon pack." The she-wolf replied timidly, staring down at the ground. "Ericka," Milo purred. "It seems like you've caused quiet the commotion today."

"I'm running from one wayward woman." Morgan nods and scanned as quickly as she could. I saw Anabel from the corner of my eyes approaching me. Now I know why she's name that. She's as unholy as my virginity. When Morgan finishes scanning, I slapped a $60 bill on the counter. "Keep the change."

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

She moves for it. Everything lines up. Her weight shifts. Her strike comes in clean. Morgana reacts late. For the first time. The hit lands solid. Morgana’s breath leaves her in a sharp exhale as she stumbles back a step. Iris follows. Presses forward. She almost has it. Almost. Morgana recovers fast. Too fast. Her counter comes from a lower angle. Hidden. Iris sees it too late. Pain tears across her left side as claws rip through fabric and skin.