Morgan Avery Novels & Stories

she spat, voice trembling with barely contained rage, “you’ve taken enough. Marcus… Liam… now this. You can’t manipulate us anymore. Not tonight. Not ever.” Avery’s laugh was low, musical, dangerous. “Riley, you are so predictable. So… confined by your sense of morality. Did you really think loyalty and love could protect you from someone who has spent years mastering deception?” Madison’s voice rose, urgent, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Riley, Liam—you must see it. Avery is not what she seems. She’s not part of our family. She never was. She thrives on chaos, control, and manipulation. She’s… a force you cannot reason with.”

I didn’t know who he was, but I would, soon enough, and when that happened, I was going to be sure to make him regret ever setting foot in her office. “I already have him covered,” she said. “But, Xavier…” her voice hesitated for a fraction of a second. “That last name. I asked around about it. No has heard of that name in years, and there was no boy in the picture, none at all. There is one, though, they say a woman exists in that name. No one has seen her in years, no one has laid eyes on her. Her mother died a witch, her wolf side dormant completely. The first time she shifted, she was killed by another. Her daughter went into hiding. They called her Liana, whether or not that is her real

Avery's heartbroken voice rang in his head. "Riley isn't an orphan, she's Madison's daughter from another man." "You've been played all these years by her and her daughter like an idiot!" "My mother died because of you!" He didn't want to believe that. He thought Avery might be lying just to get a reaction from him but after watching that footage, the clothes she wore... he remembered it all too clearly!! Even though it's been so long, he still remembered how she looked the last day he saw her. She was to go get a surprise for him so she left the house alone.

Avery sits on the edge of the bed in her healer uniform, her starched apron a pearly shade of white. Avery is my oldest friend, other than Evander. I met her in kindergarten, and we grew up together, but our training went in totally different directions. She’s a surgical healer, a highly specialized trade that uses an even more specialized kind of magic, and she knows very little about babies. She smoothes a rogue lock of red hair away from her face and watches me as I flutter around the room, pulling out fresh clothes and an apron from my closet to get ready for another day of healing downstairs.

Downstairs, as soon as Tory hit the ground floor, one of the security personnel approached her. ‘Hi, Tory! Would you mind if we talked?’ She gasped when she recognized who it was. ‘Drew?’ ‘I was there when you told everyone what happened to Max,’ Andrew Morgan whispered as he looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. ‘Why should I talk to you? You've ignored me all these years. What is the urgency now?’ ‘I didn’t know Max was our Avery. Please, can we talk somewhere private?’

That's why you asked me for help. Avery's expression became even darker when he saw through her intentions. She yelled, "Finn Morrison!" Finn smiled and raised his wine glass. Avery could only see a pair of sapphire eyes that were different from Kirk's, moving slightly under the mask. "Actually, why bother with this?" he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "As long as you're willing to be with me, I can make you the richest woman possible." "You?" Avery mocked, "Sorry, I'm not interested in freaks!"

She braced herself for the scent of a new scandal. Harper didn't wait; she pressed a glowing obsidian slate into Avery's hands. As the images flickered to life, Avery felt the tension in her shoulders snap. It wasn't a condemnation. The photos Molly Evans had captured—the ones where Avery looked like a Lunar Goddess draped in ancient, starlit pelts—had become a viral sensation across the territory. Molly had kept the name hidden, but the recent Simpson exhibition had allowed the pack’s keenest trackers to put a scent to the face.

Axel's pov I was standing in front of the pack, everyone was on their knees, even the woman and children, it didn't take much to round them all up after Mark gave the go ahead. All you could hear was whimpers and soft cries coming from the kids and their mothers, I felt a little bad for them, they were innocent in all of this. The unmated females was looking at me and Owen with pure lust in their eyes, I couldn't believe the nerve they had after being captured by us, you would think this situation would make them a little less of sluts, but I guess I was wrong, it seems that they didn't care in what type of situation they were in, they only thought about fucking and being fucked. We decided

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

Avery replied. Avery was a very beautiful, she was as beautiful as her sisters Madison and Gloria though some may say even more beautiful. She had black silky hair, very fair pale skin, black catlike eyes with tick lashes and full lips. She was a scientist. Her looks made look quite agile and daring but mostly smart. "Where's mum??" Avery asked. "She'll be home soon." Madison replied. ******* In the passenger seat of a limousine sat Irene and the head maid. She had gone shopping today with the head maid because she had nothing to do today and was tired of staying home all day.