Morgan Avery Novels & Stories

Morgana was discussing with some parents when she noticed Genevieve walking towards her. It was a rare sight considering the face that she had been declared wanted by the police. Standing up to meet her, Morgana couldn't help but taunt her. It was her downfall she had come for. The downfall of the driver that had hit her mother. "Mrs Genevieve, or is it Miss? I do not know what title to refer you by, the news about the divorce is spattered all over the internet"

As I walked up the staircase, I hear Avery screaming in the living room and she sounded like she was dying. “I cannot believe I just missed my chance to see Spitfire Strip!!” She squeals so loud that mom had to tell her to tone her voice down. “I can’t calm down mom! Do you have any idea who I just missed?! Milo freaking Beckett!I can’t believe we just passed each other when our car was just leaving and they were just arriving!!” Avery cries. “Why did we have to leave early!”

The polished metal seemed to catch the light, gleaming back at her with an almost mocking clarity. The desperate lie she had told during her interview to break through the deadlock now felt like a thorn lodged in her heart. Morris. Her birth mother's surname. Avery couldn't help but entertain a fleeting, absurd thought— Could it really be such a coincidence? Could her birth mother actually have some unknown connection to one of the four great old-money families of Obsidian City? She even caught herself wondering, in a moment of sheer fantasy, whether some invisible hand was guiding her steps. But the moment the thought surfaced, she forced it down with a sharp exhale. Avery's lips curled int

He's fucking hot but his shitty character spoils it all. There is a knock of my door, Maria comes in with a red head girl. "Ava, she wanted to see you". I give her a smile and nod. I smile and bring out my usual paper... YOU ARE WELCOME. "Thank you. My name is Peyton" She may be around my age. With long red hair and long lashes, she a bit taller than I am and is wearing a bom shorts and crop top and ankle chain, she's in a white heels, and carrying a chain bag.

Avery said. "I'm desperate Avery!"She said meekly.Avery can see but what can she do to help her sister.Her hands are also tied."What about that guy who came to see you a few times.He drives a very expensive Mercedes and one can see he's rolling around in money.I'm sure if you can play your cards right and make him happy he'll give you anything you want."Avery stared at her sister in shock Nicole didn't say what she just did.She's actually telling her that she should whore herself.And what guy is she referring to yet Avery has a pretty good idea who she's talking about."Is he a client?”

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.

Nelly begged Avery. Avery is a shopping freak, once she starts shopping she picks anything she lays her hands on, she can even buy everything in the mall. Nelly knows that if she gives her card to Avery, then her account would be empty. "I shop with your card or nothing else," Avery said to her with a serious face. "Fine, but please don't empty my account" Nelly pleaded. "How can I empty your account? no matter what I buy, there will still be enough money in there or are you forgetting that you are the daughter of Roddy Willows and the wife of Bill Kent? Avery asked her with a smile on her face.

Anya - Evening of Summit Day Two “I do hope Imagyn will be all right,” Morgan says, biting his fingernail. “He’s been repeating himself since it happened,” I point out. Tavers’ usual calm demeanor is also slipping. He’s on his third cup of tea as he paces Pride Council. I can see he is deep in thought as he strides. Morgan mumbles again, and I lightly touch his hand to try and calm him. “I’m sure she was simply overwhelmed by everything, Morgan,” I assure him, “None of this is your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

The clouds outside were endless, a restless grey sea that swallowed light whole. Morgan’s ship wasn’t built for comfort. It was an old stealth carrier, stripped down to bare systems, patched and scarred from years of running missions no government ever admitted existed. The cockpit lights flickered occasionally, a faint pulse of blue washing over Morgan’s angular face as she piloted through turbulence like she was born in it. Ava sat strapped across from Liam, pale and quiet, one hand over her stomach. She hadn’t said much since they’d taken off. But her silence wasn’t empty. He could see in her eyes that she was somewhere else listening to something only she could hear.

I asked and brushed my hands through his hair, he pointed to a girl. A beautiful girl…Actually. She walked towards us. "I am sorry for my kid. "She said in a soft voice. "No problem, your son is really handsome." I compliment and she smiled. "Thank you, I am Aviana. It was nice meeting you." She offered her hand. "Aria," I said and shook her hands. She is shy and has brown eyes like me. "My son Zeke," She introduced her son and Zeke gives me a cute smile. I laughed and hugged him, he giggled.