Morgan Avery Novels & Stories

Trigger Warning: Sensitive Discussion of child grooming. Proceed with caution. {~~Logan Grey~~} I’m not even sure I can stand to be around myself right now. Out of everything I thought would happen today, I never expected Avery to shatter the small hope I was holding on to. Ava was playing me from the start. Sure, her letters to that weird guy were proof that she was never truly interested in me, but fuck, to find out she knew she wasn’t the one I was talking about and she still-

Her question hinted at something deeper, a suspicion, an accusation, something yet undefined. Ava looked at him, her green eyes searching his face as if she could read the hidden chapters of his life there. "Okay, then how about Morgana?" Carver exhaled softly, his gaze shifting from the road to Ava and back again. She could see the conflict play out on his face, and she knew something was amiss. "Morgana, did she ever apply to be a sub?" Ava's voice climbed in pitch. It was an absurd thought, but her instincts screamed at her.

AVERY’s POV I quickly stood up from my chair in shock and stared at Mrs Morgan. When she dropped the call, she stared at me and looked at Billy. “What is wrong, Mrs Morgan? Please, talk to me” “Miss Avery.. Miss Avery.. The school..” “Yes, I am listening, what happened? What is wrong? Please, talk to me, ma'am” “My husband..” She stood up but staggered, and fell to the ground. I pulled her back up and stared at her curiously.

****** Xavier sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the led plasma television hung in his extravagantly furnished sitting room. He was about to turn it off and leave for work, when a headline caught his attention. YOUNG MASTER MORGAN WAS SEEN WITH A WOMAN LAST NIGHT AT A NIGHTCLUB. AS THE WOMAN'S FACE REMAINS UNKNOWN, NETIZENS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO THE WOMAN IS…. Xavier frowned, his mind drifting back to the girl he saw in the hospital, as Morgan's wife. Could she really be Morgan's wife? They didn't even have a wedding…Who exactly was this girl?

Avery wished she could return her excitement but she was too numb to be excited by anything. “Hi…” she managed to say. “I’ve been calling! Are you okay? You don’t sound too good.” Margaret said. “I’m sorry, I was a little busy when you called. I didn’t hear my phone ring.” Avery said flatly. Her voice held no emotions whatsoever. Margaret sensed her misery immediately and demanded her location. “Trust me, I’m fine…I just need a few more days at home.” Avery continued in her monotone. “What you need is to come out, Avery! Come out, come hang out with me for a while.”

“Someone who has walked through darkness but did not let it stain them.” Avi opened her mouth then closed it again. It was strangely comforting… and deeply unsettling. Morgan turned to Cain next. “However, you are another matter.” Cain stiffened. “What do you mean?” “You reek of maple bark.” Morgan’s expression flattened into a deadpan glare. “The entire courtyard reeks of maple bark.” Avi’s face went crimson. “I didn’t know it enhanced emotions…” “Oh, I know you didn’t,” Morgan interrupted calmly. “Which is why Cain is still alive.”

He responded. "No, it is okay. I love my time here. I'm enjoying my best life here." Avery made sure he didn't feel bad about anything. Avery had been taking responsibility since when she was a kid. After her mom died, she trained hard, and her father helped her grow with books. Making people of her age look up to her, even though they hated her, she still found ways to stand out - The kind of standout that made her a spy for her people. "There is more to come…" Groots announced.

She was causing a big scene with a lot of people hanging around and I could only imagine what they were thinking. But Ben looked at me like he was really impressed or something. “Fine. You two can have each other.” Ellan said, storming off. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” A woman said, walking over to us. “Lilly. This is Avery. She’s Morgan’s best friend. And the pack doctor.” Ben said. “Oh. Hi. It’s nice to meet you too.” I said. “I am so happy that Morgan and Ezra found you. Where are they anyway?” Avery asked. And I looked at Ben.

In the middle of the worst betrayal of her life, she had run to the only man whose love had ever been pure and free of strings. Ten minutes later, I slammed my car to a halt by the cemetery gates. A cold, relentless downpour had broken, slicking the gray gravel pathways. I didn't grab an umbrella. I pushed through the iron gates, my eyes scanning the endless rows of stone until I spotted the towering obelisk of the Woods family plot. And there she was. Avery was kneeling in the damp grass, her pristine white power suit completely stained with dark mud and soaked through by the rain. Her shoulders shook violently, her head pressed against the cold granite of Arthur Woods' headstone.

"We were never going to stop looking." Morgana crouched beside them, resting a hand on Avery's shoulder. "The paramedics need to check you over. Both of you." "I am fine," Avery said, though her voice shook. "You are not fine," Morgana said gently. "You are alive. Let them make sure fine comes next." Avery managed a small, wet laugh and let herself be led toward the ambulance waiting outside. Liam removed his phone and texted: “Your sister is fine and safe with us now. Do not sign whatever was brought to you to lay off your position.”