Liv Morgan And Alexa Bliss Novels & Stories

Perfectly dressed. Her presence alone carried authority. Alex had seen her before. Only once. At a company event. Her name surfaced slowly in his mind. Elena Voss. One of Jamie Reed’s closest allies. And— If rumors were true— One of the women expected to marry him. Her gaze swept across the room. Then settled on Alex. Measured. Cold. Polite. But not kind. “So,” she said softly. “You’re Alex Morgan.” Alex straightened slightly. “Yes.” Her lips curved faintly.

I glance at Emma and see that she is smiling at the guy. "Alex! I guess you've found your way to class," says Emma as she puts her arm around my shoulders. "I'll say...this place is pretty big," says Alex as he lets out a small chuckle. His eyes then stares into me with as he smiles. "And you...what's your name?" "My name is Rachel Spencer," I say with a small smile. "Rachel...it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alexander Morgan. I just transferred here from Ottawa, Canada," says Alex as he gives me a bright smile.

Taking my left hand, he slips on a platinum diamond ring. "I, Tatianna Moretti, take you, Axon Blaze, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and bad, sickness and health. I will love and honor you for all of my days." I take his left hand and slip on the platinum band. " By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife you may kiss the bride." Axon kisses me deeply before breaking the kiss completely. I can hear clapping around the room, but with every happy moment comes a sad one. I reach over and softly whisper. "You can let go now, Papa. Your little girl is going to be okay."

Blaze plotting out her dubious plan so she could get Morgan to let her have her grandson and leave Axel alone she came to Morgans' house after tracking them she went there but didn't meet Morgan at home she met her mother when simply just told her we're Morgans shop was since she kept insisting she had something to discuss with he right away and she was Axel's mother she looked quite innocent and nice when she was talking if inky she had known what the woman was planning she wouldn't have directed her to her daughter's place of happiness which was her bakery. On getting there she saved all the pleasantries and took out the cheque she had written telling her that she knew she was a gold digge