Little Misfortune Morgo Novels & Stories

She observed her reflection, particularly noting her red and swollen eyes from crying for so long. She looked so haggard that she could barely recognize herself. Was that her in the mirror? More than anything else, she felt like she could not recognize Cleo anymore. Was this the same man who would go against the entire world for her sake? There was no telling if that very man was still there. The exhibition turned out to be a complete flop, but that only made her more determined to return all the money she owed Cleo. A few friends introduced her to various part-time jobs for her to bring in some quick cash. The jobs ranged from working as a caddy at a golf course to part-timing as a waiter i

Even though Morgan was bullying her, she wouldn't dare to him. Gilbert seemed to hesitate for a while, before he began, “Morgan could be a jerk and a pain in the ass sometimes but trust me he's a good child. His mom died in the process of giving birth to him, you know, no one can love you like your mom. So he grew up without her love and having knowledge that she died giving birth to him, he hated himself.”

Morgott said angrily, “Your mom still needs to go to Zymurgy with me. She’s Tirta’s daughter. I need her help.” “Don’t worry. You and I are friends with James. So, we’re friends too. I won’t let my friend’s mother suffer.” Truett became anxious. “You…” Suddenly, Morgott hugged the Chaos Absinthe and pointed at the living beings present. “All of you, listen to me. Help my friend guard this place. If something happens, I will devour him.” At that, all the living beings shuddered. They lowered their heads in fear.

Mark directed his words to his younger sister Elena: Calm down, it's over and she was punished Elena sarcastically: Punish her?! Why would you let her do that in the first place?! Mark impatiently: I didn't know about it until it was too late Elena: Thank God he didn't kill her, she underestimated him in front of everyone Mark with a sadness he could not hide: so I disavowed her so that her punishment would be to be deprived of the luxury of living with us so that Marcus would not kill her, for he is a damned sadist, and her punishment satisfied him that Mark Udine's daughter works as a waitress in a restaurant

“I just want you to know that I don’t want you to regret something. It’s okay if you can’t find you’re the one. It’s fine if you’re not interested in it. But if you feel something strange inside. That something is growing deep within—” “Mocha frappe, please,” said a man who had a baritone voice. My eyes widened and I let go of Mrs. Dory's hand and look like an idiot as I face him. Mrs. Dory chuckled and tapped my shoulder before shifting in the man’s direction. “My apology, Sire,” she replied. Instead of making his coffee, I asked him a question. “Are you done with the reflection paper?” The corner of his lips twitched, implying a smirk. A devilish one. “Full many a glorious morning have I s

Nobody knows what happened. Nobody knows what’s the reason or who the culprit is? And maybe the culprit is inside the family or mostly a member of the family. The wealthy’s problem, but the saddest thing is making the culprit roam around freely while Max suffered in his teenage year. We arrived at the mansion and lead by the servant in the living room, as Marky looks at Zandro’s expression he was a bit off guard to see Zandro so serious and masked it with a gloomy expression, it makes the air cold and stiff.

He had a chance to slip away while I had the Silver Hunters distracted, and I really hope he took it. “Winter,” someone hisses. Alec pulls himself under the bush, his hair a mess and his face scraped up. My eyes widen. “You were supposed to stay hidden,” I whisper. His lips draw thin. “I couldn’t do that, not knowing what was happening to you.” I shake my head. “I failed. I couldn’t get the coin. I dropped it in the well.” His eyes widen. “You dropped it in the well?” I nod. “I tried to grab it, but I slipped, and I lost it.”

Katherine asked. “Please don't talk about it, don't remind me of him. Please,” Morgan begged, her heart wavering. “I’m sorry,” Katherine apologized. "Are you sure your suggestion about coming to the club was the right one because I have suddenly had a change of mind? How do we expect him to show up at the club when he stole from me, he would know that stealing from me is dangerous because I'm not some regular kind of person," Morgan pointed out, getting frustrated with every passing minute that she was unable to sight the guy who stole from her.

I didn’t even check. As soon as I opened the door, he hit me in the face so hard my vision blurred. Blood was pouring from my nose, which he had broken. He threw me on the couch and began ripping my clothes off. I was called all kinds of filthy names and was told that this was all my fault. Or that he knew I wanted it. I heard him unzip his pants, then he stuck a finger inside me. I just braced myself for the pain. But nothing happened. It turned out that Morgan had forgotten something and came back for her wallet. She found us just in time and was able to get him off of me. He ran away while she was focused on me, but they found him a few hours later.”

I sigh and turn to see Onimisi arrive behind Teniola, the director who was screaming at me earlier. The technician, comes and adjusts the miniscule Microphone hanging to my scarf and says very quietly before I can apologise. "Onimisi says to think of a bad memory to bring forth tears far quickly and take it from there." I nod quickly and turn to nod gratefully at Onimisi who is now standing to the side watching the cameraman who is about to start the camera again. "And, Action!"