Love Morrison Novels & Stories

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.

, holding his hand in his, releases it and moves towards her, and stands in front of her and starts looking at him with teary eyes. He cupped her face, wipes her tears, and starts speaking with moist eyes, "Whatever you just saw in that video, I won't tell you that it was a lie because it would be wrong to say that. That was all true", Hearing this, she looks into his eyes with astonishment and he continues, "But all that is half true. I want to tell you the whole truth. Usually, people's life is normal despite everything, but despite everything present in our home, nothing was normal. There was always a fight between my mother and father and which had the biggest impact on me, Whenever bo

"Sir?" "What is this?" Jason pushed the cup forward. "This isn't my coffee." Daniel looked uncomfortable. "Sir, it is the same coffee as always." "It doesn't taste the same. Take it away and bring me what I actually drink." Daniel hesitated, and Jason looked up sharply at the silence. "Sir," he said carefully, "the coffee has always been prepared by Mrs. Morrison. She bought the beans herself and left them with me each week with instructions on how to prepare it."

I stared at him, a stranger now. "If you'd owned up to loving Lila, I'd respect you. You saved my life, so I won't hold your past against you. Go be with her. We're even." His eyes dimmed. "But you're the only one I love. I can't let you go and start over with someone else." His sincerity was a mockery. "Stop playing the devoted husband," I snorted. "I've been more than fair. Your apologies are too late."

"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?”