Liv Morgan Age Novels & Stories

"This may be a piss mission, but your cover still has to be flawless." "As you wish," I sighed and opened the folder, taking out the first piece of paper. "Daisy Morgan," I read outloud. "18 years old, lives with older brother and friends, mum died when she was young, dad in prison-" I arched an eyebrow at Adam. "This is some morbid shit. And 'lives with brother', you are not moving in are you?" For the first time ever Eli and I didn't direct a glare towards each other, but instead to Adam.

“I did not—” “Morgan?” a voice called from a distance and I stopped. I swallowed hard and looked in the direction of the man approaching. He looked like he was going to be in his mid-fifties or just a few years before sixty. “Boris Lev,” Morgan cheerfully called while still looking at me. I could guess that he was trying to make the name register in my head but all that was registered in my head was how much of an idiot I must have been to think that Morgan was going to kiss me.

Morgan thought, smiling and wondering why he never had that thought. He knew Ethan as the type that can go a long way to do what he couldn't imagine to be done one-day just for his daughter "Arin". And if that could pull him down, Morgan won't won't hesitate to do it. His laptop was brought to him and he quickly made a background check on Irish Levine. He had seen her once at his model Company and that first time had made him crave to have her, even if it's just one time and when he had approached her for a quickie, she had boldly told him to go to hell with the job that she would never sleep with him.

"Logan Morgan, 52 years old, from New York, has been working in landscape design for many years. He is now a renowned expert in landscape design, having lived in Europe for many years and married for several years with a son." Mr. Satan briefly told her about Logan Morgan: "I wanted to investigate his wife too, but there's limited information. His wife is very low-key and seems reluctant to be in the spotlight." After hearing this, Emily's certainty grew stronger.

"Well, Mr. Yard, I heard that you went to zombie paradise and it was when the zombies invaded the Anchorage Base City. I had thought that you wouldn’t make it back alive." A gloated voice was heard in Lucas’s ears. Lucas strode to the source of the voice and realized it was coming from a teenager that was about 16 to 17 years old. The person was giving off a vibe of unruliness. "What did you just say, Cole Morgan?" Storm said, glaring at Cole. "Well, someone has flown into a rage out of embarrassment." Sneered the teenager whose name was Cole Morgan. Cole Morgan, was also an famous being in Anchorage college. He was one of the top three geniuses in Anchorage college.

you are thinking right, it's Morgan! Morgan is very hardworking and loyal. He is one of the best fighter's and has tge responsibility of training new recruits. He is the oldest among all of them as a 26 years old. But, he considers age as a number and try to learn from Zieve as much as he can. He has sworn by his life to protect Zieve from anything and everything, since the day he saved his life.

Morgan hears through his Bluetooth while talking to someone else. "Well, I am ready for whatever they want. I just want Ivan. Nothing else," Mr. Morgan replies. "I assure you, Mr. Morgan, Ivan will come to your doorstep to marry your daughter. I will break him very badly and will leave him out of nowhere. Then that greedy bastard will absolutely reach you for your precious daughter," the person says from the other side. "He isn't weak, Damon. He is powerful. Don't underestimate his power. He is only 26 years old but has 80 years of experience. He knows what to use at what time," Mr. Morgan says, hearing the person's chuckle.

I turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness. “Liam?” No answer. Then, out of the gloom, someone stepped forward. Not Liam. Morgan. He looked different. Thinner. Older. His clothes were torn, his eyes hollow, but there was something in his expression I didn’t recognize, a strange calm, like someone who’d already made peace with a terrible choice. “Morgan?” I whispered, unable to believe it. “You’re alive.” He gave a small, humorless smile. “Depends on what you mean by alive.”

And we're not even officially a couple yet, so none of this matters anyway. God, I'm a mess. Morgan leans across the desk and grabs my arm. "Please, Lily," she begs. "You went out with Calder-freaking-Cunningham. You're the only one of us allowed to have scandalous dating adventures. Let me live vicariously through you." Morgan's getting married in the spring. In fact, she moved out here this past summer to be with her fiancé, who works at one of the large banks downtown. She hasn't had the chance to make many friends, which works out for me since I don't have many either. I work such long hours that I rarely meet anyone outside of the Center.

Morgan spoke with a straight face his eyes never faltering even for once surprising Lucian. It seems like these two people really don't know who I am and what I am capable of doing to them, Lucian thought to himself as an evil smirk formed at the corners of his mouth, but at the same he didn't understand a thing of what this young man, who seemed two of three years younger than him was talking about. "You... I am talking to y..." Morgan was not yet done with reprimanding Lucian as he had thought that he had been ignored when he felt himself suspended on the air, his windpipes squeezed with strong arms chocking him.