Love Morrison Novels & Stories

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

Yet, the emotions in his eyes weren’t grief. It was hate. I swallowed, proceeding to sit beside him in the silence. The twins remained perched on my thighs, staring into the silence as well. “Even though she was a murderous, cold hearted, self centered bitch.,, she was still my cousin. The only family I had left,” Morris muttered, his eyes focused on the cold stone before us. He forgot to add incestuous, but okay. “I am sorry for your loss,” I managed to say. I didn’t understand it, but I was sorry. I never had a good family, if anybody died today I know for certain it wouldn’t move me.

My fiancé sent me overseas and immediately burned my wallet, threw away my phone, and tore up my visa. He did it all to make sure I couldn't return home and ruin his wedding to his first love. His friends tried to warn him. "Don't go too far. What if your fiancée really gets angry?" But my fiancé didn't care at all. "She's gotten too spoiled because I've always treated her too well. I'm just teaching her to be more understanding. Besides, Yvonne and I aren't really getting married. I'm only doing this so her dying grandmother can pass away without regrets. Nothing will happen between us. Once the wedding is over, I'll make it up to Winnie." The moment his wedding ended, he rushed to find me

Gritting his teeth, he continued, "Mr. Morrison has loved you for more than ten years. To make himself a man good enough for you, he risked his life to climb the ranks. That's how he reached the height of his career. "Every time something happened to you, he'd give up on everything to save you. He took care of you, day and night when you were in a coma—" Phoebe cut him off irritatedly, "That's enough. What are you doing? Guilt-tripping her? He can sacrifice for her however he wants, but he cannot demand her to return his favor." Lucas glowered at Phoebe. She insisted, "Mr. Morrison didn't say anything about it. All he did was to wish her happiness. Why are you harping on the topic when Mr. M

Now, it’s Celine’s turn. “Hi, everyone. I’m Celine Mendez, 17 years old. I’m from Urdaneta City. My dad is the founder and, was the former CEO of Great Guys Group ‘aka’ GG Group. Unfortunately, he passed away 9 years ago. My mom, on the other hand, is the woman behind Laura’s perfume, a business that rose to fame 2 years ago. Just like everyone else, I love writing — that’s why I’m here. Thank you.” “Thanks, Celine. Now, the guy behind," The professor called Justin.

I stifled a giggle and buttoned my shirt which he had opened haphazardly. "Lenora is Luna of the Red pack mom, she doesn't stay here anymore." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Is it? But she is just 16!" His mother said. "Well hello Rose, when did you arrive?" His mother the former Luna, Laureen had dementia and she often mistook me for my mother. I still didnt know how she knew my mother and she wasnt in her senses to answer my questions I got up from the couch and walked towards her.

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."

Like he had all the time in the world for her to decide whether he was worth trusting. Men who seemed patient made her nervous. In her experience, patience was just a prettier word for a longer game. "You wrote that song." Not a question. "Yeah." "The bridge. Where your voice cracks on the word 'morning.' That's intentional." Something cold and hot at the same time ran through her stomach. Because nobody had ever caught that. The crack was the whole point. It was the morning she woke up and her mother's smell was gone from the apartment and the word "morning" became something that meant loss instead of beginning.