Marion Michael Morrison Novels & Stories

“My friends were right, though. My head is still spinning.” She’s just a fucking job, Aidan told himself, trying to convince himself one last time before his eyes closed and exhaustion consumed him. After a while, Marionne rose from the rumpled bed, her naked body glistening with sweat in the dim light. She sauntered over to her ornate vanity table, her hips swaying with each step. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a pack of expensive cigarettes and a fancy gold lighter. With practiced ease, she lit a cigarette and took a long drag. She turned, leaning against the vanity, and blew a stream of smoke towards Aidan. Her eyes roamed over his naked form sprawled across her bed.

He’s happy I’ve been reunited with my mom. He faces Marion again. “She’s the spitting image of you.” Marion is as still as a statue, strong and unmoving. “Do you know my name?” Diego pauses. Time for more on-the-fly conversation. “Marion,” he finally responds. “The most feared Sun Warrior in history. Many think you’re dead.” Marion’s gaze is unwavering. “Do you know why I’ve allowed you to see me even though you’re a werewolf?” There’s venom in her voice on the last word.

Marion giggled like a school girl while she replied, "Oh nothing really. I just came over to visit Terri and I only wore my button up the front sun dress, you know the one you like me to wear. After I got in my car I unbuttoned it all the way and slipped my arms out of the sleeves and drove over here basically naked. When I got here I left my dress off and carried it on my arm so I was naked when Terri opened the door for me. I thought I would come out here and hang out with Terri and get used to being nude with only her being here, but to my surprise I met Tony, his wife Patty and both Tony's sisters Barbie and Beth who are working in the garden today. Then to top it all off, Terri held an

"That was a mistake. I am nobody’s pawn, Mr. Creed. Now that I know there’s a bigger mystery… I want to solve it. Will you help me?" "How?" I ask, skeptical. "I need you to tell me everything you know—her past, Richard, that little French girl who thinks she has everyone fooled," he tells me, eyes steady. I laugh, shaking my head. "Well, it seems we have more in common than I thought. I sip the whiskey, feeling the burn down my throat. What I don’t understand is why…" "Why?" He interrupts, grin faint, sharp. "Marion is beautiful. She needs someone she can count on, someone who doesn’t jump into his ex’s bed every chance he gets."

"Mariah." "Oh. Nice to meet you. I am Jennifer." Mariah held her hand in a tight handshake, her eyes boring into Jennifer's and causing goosebumps. "Oh, please. That's enough, Mariah. Let my daughter in-law rest." Mrs. Morrison broke the handshake and took Jennifer to a dining chair on the table, as Lucas Morrison sat at the head. Elijah walked in, happy to see that Jennifer was welcome, then took a seat too. Mariah was about to sit beside him, when Mrs. Morrison stood.

Scott asked her fellow surgeon. Morris just shrugged his shoulders at her. " Maybe they had no money for the surgery" he simply replied. " What's the name of the patient please?" She requested her profile. Morris was confused. " Why?" He asked her. " Just tell me!" Martha insisted. Dr. Morris took a deep breath and told her. " Marie Lorca!" He said and just left her. " Marie Lorca?" Martha mumbled. " Sounds familiar" she added. --------- When they came home, Victor put Marie to their bed. He took her hands and pressed it.

"Yeah, she is. I just wanted to know who was the doctor who had been treating her from last 3 months?" "Mr. Brian Morrison. But why are you asking suddenly? Rose is fine, right?" "She is fine Mrs. Maria. I just wanted to know about her condition." Assuring her about Saavi's health and taking Dr. Brian's number from her I cut the call. Brian Morrison is a middle-aged man and a famous psychiatrist. I had met him once or twice in some seminars. I didn't bother much about the time as I couldn't delay anything which was related to Saavi. He picked the phone on the first ring itself to my surprise.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.