Love Morrison Novels & Stories

There, partially hidden by the dense trees, stood Jerome. He was with a woman—a pack female she vaguely recognized—her body pressed against a tree, her hands gripping the rough bark for support. The woman's bare chest glistened in the sunlight, her moans mingling with the harsh rustle of leaves. Jerome moved against her with unrestrained vigor, his broad shoulders flexing, damp with sweat. Katie’s breath caught in her throat. The sight twisted something deep inside her, a strange mix of pain, disbelief, and something she couldn't quite name.

"No... My father is in the hospital and he needs to be operated on in one week, if not he'll die, can you lean me some money from the company account and I will pay it back gradually." Desmond explained and Mrs Rose thought in her mind, 'Oh, no!... Mr Black, you can't die without receiving your punishment on earth before going to hell to receive the rest.' Then she asked Desmond, "How much did you want?" Desmond told her the amount he needed and Mrs Rose send him the money immediately. ****** Cindy was very happy that she got the job in a big company, so immediately Eduardo left, she bang the door and ran to Dean's room.

it is the him who is standing with a red face not because of some shyness but because of his rate of anger issues is at its highest peak. I thinkI am gone.

She kept her eyes fixated on the floor. “And this? Wolfsbane, right?” I asked, looking inside at the dried purple flowers. I unfolded the piece of paper. The ink bled with the rain as the paper disintegrated, but it was still legible. “Cato Loren: dark blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot tall, attends Manson High.” I looked at her frozen, ghostly face. “A description of my son. But you didn’t mean to cross the border, huh?” I crumpled the paper and flung it at the ground.

, He asks in surprised. "Mr. Akhil, I can't explain this to you right now but I can tell you that I have not wasted that 200 crores of mine but have invested and its profit is going to be the most valuable thing in the world to me. By doing this I will get my love back", He answers with a big smile on his face. "I must say your love is very lucky to have you that there are very few people in the world who are ready to do anything to get their love and you are one of those human beings who didn't think even 1 minute to waste 200 crores for your love", He praises him.

"Forget it. There's nothing left to say." I turned to leave. She yanked my sleeve. "What do you mean, forget it? Don't you dare forget what you promised my dad! You owe us—you owe us forever!" Daphne's words slammed into me. I couldn't move. We'd grown up side by side. What we had wasn't just love—it was tangled up in guilt, duty, and way too much history. My mom died when I was little. After that, it was just me and my dad. And most days, he was drunk.

She looked at Olive and wiped away her tears "Don't worry, she can't do anything. She's just a girl that loves everything to revolve around her." "Thank you, Chloe" Olive said amid her tears Elise, standing in a corner watching the scene, felt sorry for Chloe. She didn't know she was an orphan. According to Gabrielle, her mom died when she was born, so she doesn't know what she looks like. Thanks to the pictures, she was able to tell she was a replica of her mother, and whether her father was still dead or alive remains a mystery to her because no one had talked about him.

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but as you can see, Rosie and I are together now. I can't keep dragging this on with you. Given your current status, you won't be allowed into the Johnson family. I hope you understand." I stared at him. "Why, Adrian? Do you really think I'm tainted just because of that kidnapping incident? But I've proven otherwise to you. Besides, if you truly love me, these things wouldn't matter…" Adrian suddenly interrupted me harshly. "Enough!" "Colleen, that's enough. I did love you, so I've tried my best, but I just can't bring myself to touch you. Every time I do, I feel like I'm going to puke. I've seen a psychologist, and I've suffered for three years. Why can't you understand

He shook his head in disapproval and went back to eating. “You cannot do that when you hardly even know who I am.” I pointed out. “I know you.” He said. “More than you can think.” “Really?” I asked. “Then prove it.” “I can.” He said. “Tell me what you want to know about yourself from me?” “What's my full name?” “Chloe Ava Morgan.” I rose my brow. “What’s my age? Exact.” “17 years, 7 months. Do you want the days?”

He's dead. "Colfre?" Morrigan's voice came out of her in a squeak as she realized that the man she was expecting to come back to her was nothing but a cold body. That he will come back to her nothing but a corpse that she will offer an honorary burial. Her sobs slowly rise to her throat as tears streamed down her face unceasingly. Touching the face of the man she loves, looking at his beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "You promised me... You promised me that you will come back to me. Colfre... Why?" Her voice croaks as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Colfre..." She calls him but there was no reply. She hates death the most, she hates how it takes everything away from her. She hates how it