Love Morrison Novels & Stories

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

Each step brought tears and gasping breaths but I finally made it. “Hello, are you alright in there? Do you need any help?” I’m pretty sure Lileth heard my sobs because the next moment she had opened the door and walked in. “Here, let me help you dry your hair,” she took the towel out of my hands and gently dried my hair as I sat and cried. “There, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed,” she guided me back to the bedroom after getting me dressed. Everything about her made me miss my mother. I would’ve ran home to her, if she was still alive but, thanks to the driver of the truck who was 6 times over the drink drive limit, my parents are no longer here. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss th

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

The woman hides her face in her hands. Theo stands up and places a hand on the woman's shoulder. - My handsome young David, threw himself from his bedroom window. He left a note saying that he couldn't bear to live without his lover any longer, and that now that he was dead, he was going to join him for all eternity. - The woman looks Theo in the eyes. – I'm nobody to tell you this, but listen to the word of the woman who, being an idiat, lost in one day everything she loved in life. The love, respect and presence in my life of the only child I had from the man I loved.

Dehleez pe mere dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan seekha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan seekha maine jeena mere humdum Na seekha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na seekha jeena tere bina humdum Dehleez pe merey dil ki Jo rakhe hain tune kadam Tere naam pe meri zindagi Likh di mere humdum Haan sikha maine jeena jeena kaise jeena Haan sikha maine jeena, mere humdum Na sikha kabhi jeena jeena kaise jeena Na sikha jeena tere bina humdum Oh god! I am going to cry! I am going to cry! He placed the guitar aside and came in front of me.

He saw her earlier with Mrs Morgan but didn't know what they were discussing and he wasn't suspicious as well since they were like mother and daughter. Mrs Morgan was one of the trusted security agents and she was the oldest in the house. But now, he believed her disappearance had everything to do with her. Anthony stepped out of the room and shut the door. After searching everywhere including where he searched before, he made up his mind to question Mrs Morgan. ********** Trevor stuttered and a wide grin was plastered on his face as he lay sprawled on the floor with 10 bottles of bourbon and whiskey beside him. He was wasted no doubt, but he liked it. At least, he wasn't having the thought

This man is truly a masterpiece. But this is not important. Now Agnes began to fear and regret. Ryan Gonzalez is known as a powerful and extremely difficult person. If he wakes up and remembers that she made a joke about him, he will kill her. She didn't want her normal, peaceful life to be overturned in an instant.

At Night… Ahmer was watching her today’s recordings on loop on his laptop. The screen was showing her video of sitting with her head in her knees, holding herself together. She was in pain. She had been wronged. She was tired of all this. But she never looks up. The screen shows Maira coming for her. She doesn’t even say a word of complain to her. She can let her frustration out. But she didn’t. Now, the screen was showing her reaction after seeing her gift in worst state.

And somehow, the worst part was, he still missed the way Janice used to moan his name when he was balls-deep inside her. She was the one who had introduced him to that fine line between pleasure and pain. There was only one other woman who made him feel anything close to what he had with her. The name came unbidden to his mind. Marisol. “Breaking News.” The reporter spoke in the background. “Reports are coming in that a man gunned down in a motel parking lot is Chad Morrison, son of Elizabeth Vale and Jimmy Morrison. Stepson of billionaire philanthropist Marvin Vale. Eyewitness reports say that it appears to be a drug deal gone wrong.

Realizing I knew the truth, Regina dropped the act and screamed, “Who’s a cheater?! “Who do you think you are, Vanessa?! Without Jared, you’re just some roadside trash no one wants anymore!” I nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with her. “You’re right. I’m nobody. “But you two… You really are something.” I reached out and gently caressed her bump, watching her stagger backward in fear. “Do you love being the mistress that much, Regina? “You’d carry someone else’s kid, then help them chase their wife back. Is forbidden love really that addictive?”