Liv Morgan Age Novels & Stories

Morgan grumbled, his smile dimmed as his eyes sought out his son in the ocean of people around us, "I only saw him for a second before he was whisked away by one of his ...acquaintances." I flashed him a sympathetic smile. Matt was as promiscuous as they come. At thirty two, he didn't show any sign of slowing down. It left his parents in a constant state of concern. "I swear sometimes I worry he will stay the way he is forever." Morgan said shaking his head, "his mother and I want to see our grandchildren before we leave this world, but at the rate this is going, the only thing he'll be giving us anytime soon is a heart attack", he took a big gulp of his champagne, then cringed looking betwe

Alpha Kieran stopped walking to glance at me, and then he snorted, shaking his head. "Treason? Punishable by death," Elder Morgana let out. The other elder agreed with a nod of their head. Elder Morgana stood, leaning forward on her cane to support her weight. She was a handsome woman in her sixties. Even though there were some members in the pack house who seemed fit at that age, elder Morgana had been said to have sustained many injuries from battles that damaged some nerves in her lower back. Hence, she used the walking cane to support herself.

"I heard your brother's name before. He's arrested many white-collar criminals. He's done many good deeds." Morgan nodded proudly. "Yes. If you're a criminal, you'll never escape Bennett." Derek asked, "How old is your brother?" "He's also 26, so the same age as you. He's been working for several years already," Morgan said, "He's not as good as you at holding conversations though. He reprimands me for mucking things up, but every time I make a mistake, he's still the first one I call. He gets mad at me, but sometimes he's helpless against that."

Her eyes seemed to darken as she began to speak, her voice low and steady, as though every word carried the weight of centuries. “I am older than most beings you’ve ever met, Lira. I have lived for two hundred and twenty-five years.” Lira’s breath hitched, her mind racing to catch up with the revelation. Morgana’s lips curled into a knowing smile, sensing her shock. “Shocking, isn’t it? Witches do not age as humans or wolves do. The stronger the magic, the longer we live.” Lira’s mind spun, her thoughts spinning around the impossible reality of the witch’s words.

' he asked, making Oliver and Gantz curious. 'But first...' Gantz sighed, sitting in front of Morgan and leaning on the table. 'We’re friends, you know. Did you and that girl sleep together?' he asked with a cynical smile. 'She’s only nineteen!' Morgan replied, irritated. 'How could a thirty-five-year-old man be interested in someone so young?' He asked, sulking, turning his face as if the question annoyed him aggressively. Oliver pressed his lips into a smile, looking at Gantz and raising his eyebrows, indicating that Oliver should provoke Morgan a bit more.

Too much of her was on show, and none of it safe. "Lads, this is," I paused, realizing I didn't know her name. "What's yer name, lass?" I asked, giving her a shake. She blinked up at me, squinting like the sunlight offended her. “Morgan,” she rasped. I frowned. “Morgan?” The name didn’t sit right. That were a name for a lad. I looked her over again, but her clothes left little doubt—she was no boy. Young, too. Younger than I’d first thought in that cave. Eighteen, maybe less. Definitely a girl.

Lilian replied. "By the way, the one who helped us earlier was indeed a strong wolf. It reminded me of Alpha Morgan. But it could not be him. He went missing a year ago, and everyone in the pack believed that he was dead." Lilian was just silent while waiting for her mom to say something more. She could not tell her yet that Morgan was alive and his neighbor in Silverstone. “Do you still remember him, dear?” Her mother’s question took her by surprise. “No, Mom,” she lied, though she knew it wasn’t true. “It was eight years ago. So much has happened in my life since then because of what he did.”

instead of smiling as she expected, Morgan's expression became even darker, almost bitter "I'm old enough to be your father, so it's up to me to take care of your being. This includes your reputation." “How many guys do you know who were parents at the age of fourteen?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow, relieved to finally see him smile, even just a little. “Boys are having babies earlier and earlier these days." "And being grandfathers at twenty-eight? Wow, what a difficult life..."

Morgan put his mobile phone away when he didn't know that his men were going to be killed by the hitman Alice had sent to spy on the people around Morgan. Morgan left his men alone because he was still busy with his business affairs. He's the owner of Alexander Company, which operates in several fields. He is the main CEO who is still 32 years old. "Alice, if you're still alive I hope you're okay. I haven't taken revenge for you cheating on me behind my back. I just want to hear your answer one more time, do you love me for pretending?" Morgan speaks alone as he gets into his car.

"We go to the same school." "Are you from his pack?" "Yes." "Lucky," Lily sighed. She was the youngest. Maybe fifteen. "Morgan is so amazing." "He really is," Rose agreed. "Did you see him fight those bandits? He was incredible." "I didn't see it," I admitted. "He took down at least ten of them himself," Marcus said. He seemed just as impressed as his sisters. "Some of the warriors here still talk about it." "Honestly, if I didn't have a girlfriend already, I'd want to date him," Felix joked. He was probably seventeen. "I mean, have you seen him?"