Little Misfortune Morgo Novels & Stories

I quickly walked to her. "That's Celine, Leon's ex." I turned to Adam and I glared at him coldly. I saw Celine completely looked like what Adam described her as. She's like an angel, too innocent. It looks like she's begging for Marie's forgiveness. Marie saw me and her eyes widen. She got up from the sofa and walked to me. "Is everything okay?" I asked Marie. "Yeah, let's get some food." Marie said as she grabbed my hand. "That's Celine right?" I asked and Marie turned to me giving me a light nod.

He immediately approached the two women of different ages. "What are you hiding from me? Tell me what happened! Is Sherly still standing her ground?" Morgu has lost everything. Morgu felt embarrassed to talk or ask for help from his colleagues. His words were so high that when he fell, he was reluctant to ask for help. "He didn't answer, Dad." Selvi looked down tiredly. "That girl." Morgu's expression only got worse. "Unfortunate, how dare she do this to the person who has given her life all this time."

“Jeez, should I be afraid? My stepson is warning me. Now listen Micheal let me make something clear to you, six months ago you cheated on Morgana, five years of Morgana’s life you wasted it, you called Morgana a toy you used in blowing off steam, you tricked Morgana and rendered her useless, and finally you killed and buried Morgana. So get it into that empty head of yours that the Morgana you used to know is long dead and gone, the Morgana standing before you right now is a reborn of your wickedness, and mark my words this is just the beginning, I advise you get ready I’m not as easy as you think” I bumped my shoulder against his and made my way to the I pulled the doorknob and was about to

Julie lowered her head and immediately saw the heart-shaped stone in his palm. Julie raised an eyebrow and reached out to pick it up, "Tsk, is this for me?" Terry also raised an eyebrow slightly, "And what if not?" Hannah, who was standing by, glanced over and made a slight tutting sound before turning away as if she hadn't seen anything. Didn't you lose your memory? How could you still send dog food! Morgan was born into a poor family and grew up in the mountains. However, he later became wealthy. His parents passed away early, and he didn't have many relatives, so he hasn't returned to his birthplace for over ten years.

He however had decided to make the best use of that opportunity to his favor especially as Kozlova would not be following him to speak with her. Kozlova hit Morgan hard on his head, causing Morgan to jerk up hastily while letting out a painful cry. He was tired and starving to death, but Kozlova is the last person that gives a fuck about how Morgan is faring. “I want update on how everything went,” Kozlova said when Morgan had gathered himself and finally looked up at him. Kozlova smiled at the terror and pain he saw in Morgan’s bloodshot eyes. Yes, that is what a man like Morgan deserves, and when he wins at the end of the day, those will be the same look Logan would have in his eyes as he

He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past. Sophia was gobsmacked, staring wide-eyed. Then it hit her how bizarre this all was. "It's you?!" Morgan gave a soft laugh. "Tisha, it's been ages." Helma let out a little giggle on the side. Morgan, whose real name was Andrew, was the heir to the Moore fortune in Brookville, a big deal around those parts. Rumor had it the guy was a walking hospital ward, born with a bunch of ailments that made him very fragile.

“Who is this?” “We should just get into the car and go,” the man declared worriedly. “This is Toby,” Morgana told her. “It’s really okay, Toby. Sigrid is a friend,” Morgana pushed past him and crossed to Sigrid. “I f-ked him up,” she told Sigrid with a grimace. “I did something to his brain. Now he’s a bit like a record stuck on repeat. He can really only say one or two things.” “Hmph,” Sigrid raised her eyebrows at the man followed behind Morgana like a broken puppy, his expression discontent. “Sounds like the perfect man to me,” she observed wryly.

Anwar said. "I haven't said goodbye to Anita yet," Morgan replied. Anwar looked at Morgan with pity. However, they couldn't afford to waste any more time. If "that person" saw him and Morgan, it was possible they would do something. "The situation isn't safe right now. We have to hurry, Young Master." Morgan clenched his fists tightly. This was all because of that damned cousin of his! He was certain that what had happened to him was his fault. Some time ago, Morgan had been in an accident that caused his car to catch fire. Fortunately, he survived, although the burns were quite severe. But most of his organs were still functioning properly. He just needed to recover to get back to normal.

Irish asked. "Yeah" Damn. "Goodnight" He kissed her cheeks. "Good night" She sighed. __Next Day__ Morgab returned home drunk in the afternoon,in celebration of the MAI pharmaceuticals contract he had been awarded. He smiled happily as Irish and some bodyguards helped him to his room. They placed him on the bed and left, leaving Irish with him. "I won it!" He laughed but Irish was less concerned. She was sad she'll be leaving without really knowing if Morgan is involved in Carrle's death cause obviously he's drunk and will be sober by night or tomorrow.

"You've earned it. Every bit of pride, every moment of celebrating your success." As she drifted off to sleep, Claire thought about that security footage - that moment of chaos that had seemed like rock bottom. The worst day of her life, or so she'd thought. But rock bottom had been her foundation. The place where everything started to build upward. And sometimes the best things in life began with a mess, a mistake, a moment of absolute disaster. Sometimes love starts with spilled coffee. And sometimes, if you were very lucky and very brave, it ended with forever.