Marion Robert Morrison Novels & Stories

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

“Are you feeling any better? You still look tired.” I forced a thin smile. “I’m fine,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. Martha hesitated, her gaze lingering on me. It was clear she didn’t believe me, but thankfully, she didn’t press further. Instead, she folded her hands and straightened her posture. “Oh, before I forget—James Morrison called earlier. He said Alpha Aaron won’t be returning tonight. He’s handling important pack matters.” Her tone was apologetic, as if she could sense how those words would sting.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

'' I scolded Jane, only to make her smile and baby Liam giggle. "So cute," I said, watching Liam yawing in his mother's arms. "Watching you makes me wanna have a baby, but then I change my mind, seeing all the hard work you and Brandon have to put in to raise these two devils." "I hate you, Rachel," Marlin said, from behind me, crossing her arms around her chest. "No you don't," I said, tickling her, making her laugh. "See you love me,"

I offered to buy his trees for $40 each, but he said no. After listening to her mum's words, Hazel jerked upright. Hazel murmured to herself, “Old geezer. . . Mr. Morrison is as old as you are, Mom which means he’s sixty-four. He probably called you an old bitch." "It's just a rumor. Steve Morrison is an angry, bitter old man. If he is indeed going forward, it’s out of spite. He always hated how Karen got so involved with the Society Group.” She heard her mother say.

Andre Moreno Andre is an attractive man. Being the talk of the town, he doesn't let it cloud his head as he had eyes for only one woman, Catalina Diaz who proves to be stubborn and rejected his advances. His six feet two inches frame always towers over her but she never lets it intimidate her. Mariana Mariana is Catalina's cousin who is very envious of her. Being a spoilt brat, she tries to ruin the relationship between Catalina and Andre. Paola

Perhaps, I won’t make it out of here, this time. When he doesn’t move, I stand still and stare him down till he says in a booming voice that matches his stature, “I assume you are Jason. My name is Marion, and I am here to take you back with me so the organization can have a talk with you. Don’t put up a fight or you may end up with a few broken bones.”

Liam's trained voice asked. "Miss Hunter may have company. Roberta "Robbie" Marino. Also goes by JR. As in—" "Roberto jr. Special forces. Two tours in Iraq. Adoptive daughter of notorious Mafia King Roberto Marino. Shoots first, asks questions later. Heard of her. She's a nasty piece of work, Mr. Chancellor. Allow me to assign someone to you as well," said Liam, spitting words at me that I already knew.

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.

It must belong to his late wife. I breathed out feeling relief after hearing Mr Morris's soft voice, "Always prepared," His smiling face came into view as he stepped forward. He was gripping the door open for me. "Mr Morris," I sighed again, smiling at him. He was a kind man. His wife died four years ago with Cancer and his only son, Cane, was married and staying in New York. He had asked Mr Morris to come to New York and stayed with him many times. But Mr Morris was in love with his job and with the memories of his late wife.