Liv Morgan Age Novels & Stories

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

What remained was a shell, a woman desperately trying to hide the purple marks on her face with make-up and empty words. She used to be incredible. Full of life, of plans. A woman you admired just by looking at, who inspired anyone to believe that the world could be better. Now... now she could barely be a mother to Morgana. I glanced at my younger sister, sitting next to me, playing with the food on her plate. Morgana, at twelve years old, already seemed to have seen more than any child should. She had her eyes fixed on the table, silent, while our father jabbered on about the charity dinner as if it was going to save the world.

She looked around forty years old, while Morgan was forty-five. "A gift? Did Morgan send it to me?" Her tone changed. She was suddenly very happy to see me. I was noticing her every move and cringing. Maybe it was due to the fact that she believed a young girl was hitting on a 45-year-old and not the other way around.

said Iziro firmly. Morgan nodded and turned to Irene and Logan. "Mom, you have admitted yourself that you don't love or even hate me because I am not the child of the man you love. But as a child, I love you as my mother and I will repay you for giving birth and taking care of me until a certain age. For that, I reward you, the mansion you now live in and also a large amount of money that I placed in your personal account, which you can use for the rest of your life," said Morgan in a trembling voice. He felt his chest tighten, but he knew that this was the best thing he had to do.

Liam says as we approach the table. “You look lost, honey. Did you get separated from a school field trip or something?” Morgan asks, cocking her head. “Morgan!” Liam snaps. “What? She can’t possibly be eighteen!” I sigh. Pretty sure this is going to be a theme over the next few days. “I’m not.” “See!” Morgan says, throwing a pointed look around the table. “How come you’re here then?” Logan asks. His voice is deep and smooth, like dark chocolate. “Well, I applied. I got in. I assume the same way you all did?” I say, lifting an eyebrow.

Twenty minutes later, Ivy is sitting across from us, her laptop open and her expression troubled. “I did what you asked,” she begins. “I dug into Lexi Morgan’s background. And Miss Georgia… Lexi Morgan doesn’t exist.” I lean forward. “What do you mean?” “I mean there’s no record of anyone named Lexi Morgan matching her description before she showed up at Ashcroft Enterprises three years ago.” Ivy pulls up several documents on her laptop. “No birth certificate, no school records, no social media presence before 2022. It’s like she just appeared out of thin air.”

“Morgan…” She giggled. “Hey, don’t get mad at me! Do you know what he offered? The latest sports car on track. Do you know how much that costs? Of course I gave in.” “Morgan, you’re twenty-four, not eighteen. How can you still be bribed with a car?” “Forever young, baby!” she sang dramatically, her voice breaking into an awful, exaggerated note. “I wanna be forever young…” I burst out laughing despite myself. “You sound like a dying frog.”

“Age.” “26, sir.” “Pack rank and route.” “Gamma, King’s tournament.” Another nod, and this time a small smile. I’m not sure what’s making him so happy, unless it’s that these are all seasoned warriors who’ve proven themselves through the King’s tournament. I sigh inwardly. He’s going to hate me then. He stands in front of Morgan now. “Name.” “Morgan Herrera, sir.” “Age.” “24, sir.” “Pack rank and route.”

he keeps on muttering in a low voice as he tried to combat the fear and nervousness that is starting to overwhelm him. “What’s happening? Why isn’t he turning?” someone from the crowd asked. “I don’t know. It’s almost midnight, though.” “Is something wrong with him?” Morgan shut his eyes and tried harder to call for the presence of his wolf. He tried everything he could, tried all the things Drake had taught him eversince he was young. But none of those methods worked. The sun started to appear as a sign of another day starting. He’s now eighteen, and he hasn’t turned.

The guard shook his head. “I don't know.” Lucas dismissed him. After the guard left, Xavier looked at Lucas. “Milord…” “Sixteen years.” “Yes.” “That's when my parents died.” Xavier nodded. Lucas turned toward the window. “Someone has been waiting for me since the crash.” --- Meanwhile, at the Morgan family estate, Stacy sat across from her grandfather. The old man was one of the few people in the Morgan family who rarely spoke. His name was Arthur Morgan. He had watched the family rise and fall for decades.