Morgan And Reid の小説・ストーリー

“He swears he didn’t tell anyone. He even prepared the paperwork himself because we were afraid the information might leak.” Morgan leaned back slightly and gave a short, bitter laugh. “You know what this feels like?” he asked. Damien said nothing. “It feels like I went fishing,” Morgan said quietly. “I caught the biggest fish I’ve ever seen…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “…and just as I was pulling it in, it slipped right through my hands.” The silence between them grew heavy. “And now,” Morgan continued after a moment, “I’ve got a dead gang leader…”

Kevin had been researching since he had received the call from Renee. All he'd come up with was Washington state. There were a lot of Mark Morgan's. He'd tried researching Christian Morgan but it had just brought up older men. He needed someone that could look into these things for him. He had no idea what he was doing other than to type in a name.

Morgan said and ran out to his car without waiting for anyone or backup from the police force. "Shit," Donald, George, and Louis ran after h as they got into another car and trailed after him "Let's go," The senior police officer in charge of the case ordered and they left the station to the hotel * * Lou's Hotel "The popular businessman, Mr. Morgan Stewart's daughter is in the hospital after being rescued from fire while the culprit isn't yet found but rumors say it is Mr. Alex Winslet, who has been aiming for the downfall of the Stewart enterprise, he is no the lose...," Alex put off the TV in annoyance

Or a high-tier rogue? Maximus! I turned to Reid, who was seemingly behind me but He was nowhere to be found!

The next thing I went to was G****e to search for Morgan industries and the results loaded quickly. G****e probably knew how desperate I was to get my answer. So it didn't even bother to stress me out. My eyes were still fixed on my screen. I saw that Morgan industries belonged to Victor Morgan who is the CEO. And then I saw something worse, it was a photo of Victor Morgan standing beside Chad and shaking hands with him. It was quite impossible for me to believe. I knew the name Morgan was very familiar to my ears and when I thought about it for the toughest of time. I got to realize that Morgan was Chad's surname.

“If I take you out of the city, I need to cover my return into the city.” Reid laughed. “You’re not going home,” he told the driver. “You’re running a tab, until I get you to drive me home. Do you understand? Book your night out. Tonight, you’re my personal chauffeur.” “I have to, ah,” the driver cleared his throat. “Know that you’re good for it, if you understand?” “Don’t you know who he is?” Marcella laughed. “This is Reid Morrison, that you’ve got in your car, my friend. The Reid Morrison. Heir to the Morrison fortune. Believe me, he’s good for it.”

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

Right next to it was the house of Morgan and Mira, and, on the contrary, across the road, Reid's office and house, where he lived with his grandmother. A jeep drove up to the office building, an all-terrain hulk just right for crossing our area. The car drove behind the house, and I did not have time to see the passengers, but it seemed that the top of Reed's head flashed. She and Morgan were similar, but Reed has lighter, almost blond hair, hence the color of the beast. Only Morgan cut them very short, while the younger Cooper had them sticking out on top of his head. I wonder if I had a beast, would it also be with dark and curly hair? Such a wolf poodle, wolf poodle or wolf poodle. I held

DI Morgan followed close behind, a file tucked under one arm. The moment Reyes hit the sidewalk, Red moved. Straight line. No hesitation. No wave. No hello. Morgan stiffened. “What the hell are you—?” But Reyes didn’t flinch. He stood still, eyes calm, watching Red approach like a man who'd already read the ending. Red stopped inches from him. His hand still in his jacket pocket. Morgan’s hand drifted instinctively to his holster. Reyes didn’t blink. Then Red pulled out a small, silver flash drive and shoved it toward Reyes’s chest.

A channel that had once carried constant, low-level noise – Wade’s moods, his distant presence – was now dead air. It felt odd – oddly satisfying. My gaze drifted across the foyer, landing on a familiar figure. Morgan stood near a pillar, partially obscured, in conversation with a wiry, nervous-looking man I didn’t recognize – not a Council member or any Alpha I knew. Her face was animated, not with grief or shock over how things went like one would have expected. Instead, there was a fierce, focused intensity in her body movements. She gestured sharply, and the man nodded rapidly before melting back into the crowd.