Morgan And Garcia Novels & Stories

Sanchez replied and Felix got angry but controlled himself because of the news he had for Sanchez. "I have news on the girls......." Felix said as he sat down and handed a file to Sanchez. "They were both brought up in the same foster home and consider themselves siblings without even knowing they are siblings..... The eldest is Maya Morganza, she graduated from Miami University top of her class in business management and had an additional degree in interior design...... She worked for some of the best companies in the country and outside over the past eight years...... She has a daughter with David Gandy and her name is Nora Ariel Morganza...... They broke up years again but are now togethe

“Yes, we haven’t seen each other for a while now, right?” “Yeah. Oh, is this Mrs. Morgan?” The corner of my lips twitched when I heard someone mention my surname. I’m at the beverage area to get something when I bumped into a group of women. “Mrs. Morgan?” “Oh, the newly wed celebrity. She’s the wife of the famous Gavin Morgan!” “You mean the youngest billionaire?” “Yes, ma’am. I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs. Morgan.” I smiled a bit before looking at her. Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official.

Make sure to wash up and wait for me. Scarlett: (Alright, I’ll be all cleaned up waiting for you. Plus, I’ve got a big surprise planned for you.) Morgan: (Holy crap, you’re teasing me again! I’m so excited! I wish I could just blink and it’d be the day after tomorrow.) Scarlett: (Alright, this lady’s going to bed. Goodnight.) Morgan: (You’re such a jerk.) I watched the angry stomping emoji Morgan sent, raised an eyebrow mischievously, put away my phone, and turned off the light.

I lied quickly, forcing a bright, fake smile, "Just hoping my luck holds out. I’m going to go help Mama D with the inventory in the back." In the corner, Morgan was vibrating. She was the baby of our group, barely eighteen. Her straight, jet-black hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, and she kept tugging at the hem of her tight dress. She looked like she was about to go to her first prom, except the prom was a high event gala or something with men twice her age. "Are they... are they going to come here?" Morgan asked, "The Capones?" I softened, reaching over to pat her hand, "No. They stay in their castles. This place is too 'low-rent' for them."

Obviously, the' boss' of this family has returned. Ethan Wharton and Anna Garcia, two people with different surnames, look funny. Which of these three is not the top existence in their respective fields, but at this moment, they are as clever as children.

He was nothing like the man who would sit and boss everyone around, he looked like a wet dog all ready for slaughter. Dominic Garcia stops in his tracks and his eyes traces up to the man in question. “You are fired Mr. Morgan.” Mr. Kingsley says in Dominic Garcia's and another round of gasps surround the room. I look around in sheer surprise. He could do that? Fire one from he's own company or they just was more to this that we all understood. That was all the queue that Dominic Garcia needed to get us out of the door, leaving all the people who wanted to see me crumble upon the floor and begging for mercy behind.

“He’s an analyst for some organization in the government. I’m not supposed to know exactly who or what he studies.” Interesting information Jack filed away for later. “And sex with him…?” He had to grit his teeth to keep the snarl out of his voice. The thought of Brandon touching Morgan… Brandon might be taller than him, but in the army Jack had never failed once to kick his ass at anything. He was tempted to remind his former pal of that fact again. Morgan shook her head, fiery tresses spreading out across her pale shoulders. Her auburn lashes fluttered, hiding her expression. “We’ve never…”

Terra was present with Cara during the birth as she had been given her tips all through the entire pregnancy stage. “So you picked a matching outfit for you and Eleanour, leaving Eric out.” One of the mothers, Mrs Morgan, pointed out and Terra frowned. Mrs Morgan had two kids who were two years apart and they were so cute and little and the two kids were boys. She was married to a billionaire who owned a water distribution company.

The next face to come into view was a man who appeared to be in his thirties with short, dark hair. He looked utterly exhausted, and when everyone began to say hello, I found out this was Andrew, the Philly Area Leader. A woman joined us via the screen shortly thereafter, and I learned that her name was Morgan. She had long, brown wavy hair and was cute but feisty looking. Her area was in Montana. “Oh, my gosh!” Morgan gushed, leaning closer to the screen. “You look so much like your dad!”

Alex roared, fists clenching at his sides, barely able to process the reality of what was happening. “No!” Lara cried, her voice thick with fear, and I turned to face her as her expression shifted from confusion to dawning horror. “Morgan—he’s escaped. He has Eliza!” Morgan. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. He had always been a shadow lurking in the fringes. I should have killed him years ago! And now he had Eliza. “Get in!” Grayson shouted, urgency breaking through his fury. “We need to follow them!”