Mercedes Morr Novels & Stories

I promised him I wouldn’t go far, I didn't plan to. I was near the inner tree line when the pressure hit in the form of an existing weight settling behind my eyes. I immediately stopped walking. “Come now,” a voice murmured softly from behind me. “Don’t pretend you do not feel that.” I turned slowly. Morwenna stood between two ancient oaks, dressed in healer’s white that look untouched by dirt or blood, her hair fell loose around her shoulders, her expression too calm for someone ‘s whose secrets had begun to rot in daylight

Tomorrow might be better, or worse if she had to explain lying to Natasha about Jackson's sexuality to the rest of the world. By now, Maria was convinced that life hated her. She, definitely, had committed a grave crime in her past life to be punished senselessly like this. Maybe she was Hitler. ~~~ The ride was a long, bumpy one, partially because the driver couldn't control her anxiety, but also maybe because she was going half the required mile per second. Anything, anything at all to stop her from getting to ACE today. Seemed like Jackson noticed this cause the snickers he released at intervals could be a confirmation that he did. Nothing was funny on the internet anymore, so what made h

She muttered taking in his presence, she found herself lost for breath. if there was another word to describe the most beautiful man in the man she needs that word. He had piercing grey eyes, a chiselled face, and a jaw, his lips were pink and luscious. It has a dark red lustre on the lower lips making it appear red and full of blood. His nose was straight but the tip was crooked, she wondered if he broke it recently. His finger raked through his dirty brown bleached hair, asking if she was alright, she nodded finding herself distracted by his perfectly tanned skin soft lips and grey eyes. His presence was exhilarating and his six-foot-something inches frame towered over her.

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

Tyler Roth's personal secretary gave a copy of a document he had just quickly found to the general manager. The whole Dream company knows that their general manager is not interested in love and is not very interested in women, but unexpectedly last night, he asked him to find information about a girl, moreover, this information also made the secretary jump. Tyler Roth looked at the information in the file: Carina Morales, the eldest daughter of the Mercury gem group, 24 years old, had been married for two years, but had just divorced two months before. The person she married is East Coaster, general manager of real estate group Grown, who seems to be a substitute for her sister in the weddi

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Ama screamed and staggered back, clutching her ears. “They’ve marked the room,” she gasped. “It’s a summoning—” Before she finished, a swirling figure rose from the sigil. A witch. Pale skin, hair like tangled night, and eyes like obsidian pits. “I am Mora,” she hissed. “Daughter of Inadu. Herald of the Unborn Curse.” She raised her hand and sent a blast of crimson energy across the chamber. Howard was thrown back, hitting the wall with a sickening thud. One of the guards collapsed in flames.

Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze darting nervously between them as her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Alexander’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. He didn’t recognize the woman, but her demeanor was almost painfully shy. “I… My last name is Morales,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting here for you for a long time.” “Morales?” Alexander repeated, his expression hardening. “Yes,” she said quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I came here specifically about the Morales family’s situation.” Her cheeks deepened into a crimson hue as her gaze flickered nervously up to Alexander’s face. He stood under the warm glow of the lobby lights,

She stood in a place between worlds where the living dared not step and the dead dared not linger. Her body was smoke and muscle, arms interlaced of darkness, hair rippling like black silk in a perpetual flow. But her eyes… her eyes flamed with a molten red, a recollection of the inferno that had burned her once. Emereah. Her name did not come as a consideration, but a throb. A drumbeat. A growl. Her lips curled into a slow smile. "Still alive, small flame," Morgane whispered. Her own voice rang out across the emptiness, rich and old. "Still holding on to the child that never should have been."