Little Misfortune Morgo Novels & Stories

she continued, her voice rising with despair and anger, “I never wanted him. I’ve always loved Greg—Lila’s father! He was the one I wanted, the one I loved. But he left me after everything that happened, and now Anderson is gone too! I’m left with nothing!” I was taken aback, struggling to process her words. The revelation about Greg, Lila's father, was a twist I hadn't anticipated. My insides were suddenly boiling with conflicting emotions. Part of me felt a pang of pity for Morgana, seeing her so broken and vulnerable. But a bigger part of me knew that she definitely deserved to be alone. Morgana took a step forward, her face twisted in fury, and suddenly raised her hand as if to strike me

Morgana thought. Min Ho was acting quite strange, she just disappeared out of the house and then they find her in the house again. Morgana couldn't unravel the mystery. She moved closer to the mirror and unannounced a fist punched her face and she crashed to the wall. Min Ho emerged from the mirror and watched Morgana fall slowly to the ground holding her shoulder. Morgana groaned trying to get on her feet. "You just made my plan easy Morgana, Time to find the great prince Nicklaus". Min Ho said.

Cap. 125: Until the Last Breath** "What did you do?" Morgan questioned Murilo in a severe tone when he caught up to him, noticing Misaluna asleep in his arms. Murilo cautiously adjusted Misaluna in his arms and responded in a low voice, "Don't make any noise; she's sleeping." "You didn't make my sister drink, did you?" "I'm responsible for taking care of my wife, not putting her life at risk." Morgan approached, staring at Murilo seriously. "So you're her future fiancé?" he asked, his voice filled with incredulity.

★ Maybe she should meet his uncle Edward. * 2 HOURS LATER, MORGAN'S PLACE* Morgan is the only one without a car among the girls, so they either take turns to come pick her up at home or she rides Uber. She went out with Uber to the game, and she also came back with it just now. The cab dropped her in front of the mansion. "Madam and boss are back" the doorman told her, and she instantly knew she's in trouble.

Which is not an easy task with my growing bulge getting in my way all the way down. Morgana chuckles at my struggle, a good sign that we will be able to get back to the situation at hand. “I’m sorry that Lucern has pulled away from you Morgana. You seem like a good person.” I tell her earnestly. “Not many women would have been willing to help me after everything that has happened.”

They lost a number of their people. “I’m glad you made it back, Morgan,” Callum whispered which earned a smile from his older brother. Morgan playfully passed the wheelbarrow’s handle on his hands. “You should take this then, to show how glad you were that I was able to return,” Morgan said earning a glare from Callum. “Alpha! You should understand why we feared Morgan! He’s bringing misfortunes wherever he goes! Must be a result of the Moon Goddess’ curse on him—” “Alpha we’re sorry to say but we can’t let Morgan join our troops—”

In fact, he might be doing her a favor in the long run… But pity wasn’t going to stop him from getting his overdue revenge against the asshole who’d fucked up his life. First, though, he had to get Morgan out of the club alive. As they hit the door at the back of the dark strip joint, he dragged her through a curtain that led to a backstage area. Abruptly, the pounding music stopped and wild clapping began. A slender brunette with large artificial breasts wriggled her hips at the crowd of men shoving bills in her miniscule G-string. Morgan stared, clearly uncomfortable with that much nudity and touching with complete strangers. Good. Despite the fact he’d been to dozens of places like this,

The boy choked, tears ran down his face, legs swinging around as he struggled to set his neck free from the clutches of the devil but the man didn't let him go until he had stopped struggling and his last breath slowly left him. Morgan got up from the bed and stared down at the dead boy, then he picked him up and threw him across his shoulder before walking towards the door that he needed. The black door winked with the dim lights in the room as Morgan turned the lock and opened it. Once he was inside, he pushed a beautiful gold button, and a hole opened up in the center of the small room he was in, and then he threw the child into the pit, shut the hole, and walked out of the room, making s

he said suddenly, with a familiar flicker of mischief in his eyes like he’s only few minutes from setting the tent ablaze. That was the Hawthorne I knew. The disorder from Silvercrest College. Somehow, seeing him in his usual annoying mood brought a strange fuzzy feeling to me, but I couldn’t stop the cautious anxiety that he wasn’t fully healed yet. “I’m awake. Walking. Even talking. Zella’s probably going to throw me out of this tent for being too pretty and loud.” I tried to protest, but he was already moving, shuffling to his feet. “Zelest—” He waved me off, taking a few careful steps before wobbling. “I’m fine, Moonfang.”

Duke got Fiona's text soon after he coaxed Sienna to sleep. The negotiations for alliance with the neighboring pack had already ended two days ago. But when he was returning to the Forest Pack, Sienna mentioned a famous tourist spot and dragged him along. Then, she accidentally fell off a cliff. When Duke saved her, she was clinging to him, crying in fear and refusing to let go, which postponed him further. It was daybreak when the text arrived, and he frowned, worried that it would wake Sienna.