Liv Morgan Hot Novels & Stories

And there she was. Destiny Morgan stood in the center of the living room, bathed in that warm light, wearing nothing but delicate black lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. The sheer lace barely covered her breasts, the tiny panties riding high on her hips. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with dark amusement and unmistakable hunger. “Come and take what you want so badly,” she provoked, her voice low and teasing, laced with that commanding edge he could never resist.

Yes, that is what a man like Morgan deserves, and when he wins at the end of the day, those will be the same look Logan would have in his eyes as he begs for Kozlova’s mercy. “And Morgan, may the devil have mercy on you should you decide to lie to me,” Kozlova added when Morgan was about to start talking. Morgan thinks that perhaps, Kozlova could have set a recorder in his body without knowing, and so he probably already knows how the whole thing went having listened to it, but Morgan would rather die than not try his luck, especially after seeing how good life has been for Alice. That is supposed to be my life, Morgan had thought in jealousy when he had seen her. In fact, if it wasn’t that

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

Lucern’s POV “Well how the hell are we going to do that with her being unconscious?” Levi glances down at Morgana with his brows drawn together in a frown. Levi’s question is a valid one. Morgana’s magic relies on sexual pleasure, something we can not offer to Morgana in her current unconscious state.

He asked, narrowing his eyes at him. “You're so dumb, to assume I'd fall for that.” Morgan chuckled. “If someone tried to drug you, that means I'm not your only enemy. You've got another hater. Tsk, who wouldn't hate someone like you?” Morgan got up and took out a picture from his drawer. He glanced at Xavier and shook his head. “You know, I was wondering if I should upload this picture on the internet, or give it to a press company, with the headline of XAVIER GILBERT'S LEAKED SEX PHOTOS or..”

"No, I will have a pleasant meal.at Vertex lodging this evening. "Okay, how about you request that your mother go along? She cherishes the food there." Mavis promptly called Lady Kate as he said it. It was around Six o'clock when Debra and Mavis showed up at Vertex Lodging. Debra plunked down on the couch. She took out her telephone and sent a text to Liam. "Which room is Mr. Morgan in?" Following a couple of moments, Liam answered. "He's in room 2005, on the seventh floor."

Morgan: [I don't understand the life of rich people.] Heartless Rogue: [Isn't your family pretty rich too? I heard that you are a famous big shot in Brookville.] Morgan: [My family has money, but it's under my father's control! He didn't give me a penny. Why do you think I established Emeraldshade Forum on my own at such a young age? Why do I need to do such a pitiful and shady small business, boohoohoo…]

Morgan drove while I looked carefully at the address Rohan had given to us. "So! Where do we start from?" .... While driving, Morgan asked me... " Oh! They say we need a few things before we go". I turned my head and looked at his face... "What things, don't tell me that we have to kill people?". He said, having his dramatic moments.... If there was one thing Morgan disliked, it has to be hunting down humans and feeding of their blood, but at least, he doesn't have to be able to smell their blood from a mile away and immediately get triggered by the sight of blood..

Vivian jolted in surprise, nearly dropping the magazine when she saw Morgan standing before her, his gaze sharp enough to strip anyone bare. "M-Morgan? What brings you here so sudd—" "Vivian, what exactly are you planning?" Morgan interrupted coldly, cutting her off with his deep voice. Folding his arms across his chest, he silently demanded an answer with his intimidating presence. Though startled at first, Vivian quickly regained her composure. Straightening her back, she crossed her arms and deliberately turned her face away with an expression of disgust. "You're seriously asking me that, Morgan? You already know I can't stand a man who's slept with another woman! I don't want anything to

Morgan sat on a lounge chair and switched on his expensive cigarette to watch this afternoon's show. She enjoyed an afternoon of scenic views with a performance she hadn't done in a long time. "The bet is 500 million!" Morgan said without looking at anyone.