Love Morrison Novels & Stories

I had been used to it. By now, Blake was wrapped up in his fairy-tale wedding with his first love, Megan Burns, and had no time to say goodbye to my father. His heart had long since drifted, so requesting his presence was meaningless. In fact, we were better off without him. I didn't want him to appear and taint the memorial. As the coffin was lowered into the earth, the weight of loss crushed me. The man who'd loved me unconditionally was gone. Staring at his photo on the tombstone, I couldn't hold it together any longer. My knees hit the cold ground, and a wail tore from my throat, raw and unstoppable.

**** Morrisa woke up, she could feel the cool breeze coming in through the window. She got up from her bed and went to stand in front of the window, to enjoy the cool breeze that was coming through the window and also to look around her surroundings. As Morrisa enjoyed the morning breeze and view, she could not help but think about her big move today. "Finally," she began saying to herself. "After 20 years of suffering alone now I can finally take my revenge on the Hart's family. I will make them pay for everything I've gone through in prison over these years." A cruel smile appeared on her face.

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

Nina Morrison's face turns pale and then she rushes towards the wall. Seeing that Nina Morison is coming, people all gives a wider berth for her. They all look at Nina Morrison with disdain, schadenfreude, irony and disgust... The big newspaper with red characters on black background is particularly eye-catching on the white wall. Nina Morrison is a bitch and she robs other people's husband! She is woman who is willing to be a mistress of man just for money... she robs other people's husband and destroys the happiness of others... She is woman who loves money very much... These big words stab deeply into Nina Morrison's heart like a dagger. She clenches her lips and tries all her effort to p

I barked without looking away from Moris’s terrified eyes. Grey pulled a tablet from his jacket and laid it on the table. A recording began to play, Morris’s voice, clear and unmistakable, speaking to a contact in the city. 'Drake is very strong, he has no weak point, but you could try getting the girl and use her as a bait.' The silence that followed was heavier than the mountain above us. Morris stopped struggling. His body went limp, the realization of his death finally settling into his bones. “You sold your own blood, Moris. For what? What glitters enough to blind you to your own people?” Grandmother’s voice drifted. “Tell me, how many of our secrets have you scattered like dust?”

"We were arguing, Dominic. Ugly things were said , harsh words. Isabel reproached me that I was obsessed with control and that I was suffocating her and that she could not breathe because of me. " He really is some freak control but he does it without realizing it and he does it out of too much love for Isabel. Morris did not love anyone in his life fearing to lose loved ones. His parents died when he was ten years old in a rogue attack and then he was raised by alpha Liam Kyle as his own son. He is loyal, he has a good and generous soul, he is a hardworking man who will never back down from helping if it is his power to do so but he is obsessed with control. Out of a desire not to lose ever

“He’s dead.” He exhales through his nose, slow and controlled. “Good.” I flinch at the sharpness of it and finally turn to face him. “He was still a person,” I said quietly. “He was a monster,” Morris snaps. “One who raped women, disrespected you, threatened to steal our children and then kidnapped my wife and child.” “I know that,” I say, my voice trembling. “But he was still—” “Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t start defending him.”

"Especially when it requires admitting mistakes. But the alternative is continuing to fail the people we're meant to serve. I won't do that. Not to Lila's memory, and not to the beneficiaries counting on us." The applause was strong but not universal. Some guests looked uncomfortable. Then Morrison took the stage. She looked nervous, gripping the podium. "My name is Jennifer Morrison. I worked with Lila Blackwood for two years before her death." The room went silent. "Lila was brilliant and kind and desperately unhappy," Morrison continued. "She told me once that the foundation felt like a prison. That she couldn't make decisions without approval, couldn't speak freely, couldn't be herself."

"You are crazy" "Crazy is my middle name". Dora and I have been best friends since when I came to Madison High in freshman year, she's the only one who knows I'm adopted but she doesn't know the other secrets. She's pretty, optimistic and did I mention she's a psychotic bitch. She has short dark hair with olive colored eyes and a willow figure. Dora Rodriguez. And also she's smart like super smart, she never gets into trouble with any teachers. "I saw you almost got ran over". She open her locker taking her things. "By Nessa Quinn".

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."