Morgan Dane Series Novels & Stories

Morgan was still waiting for their reply and was looking in their direction suspiciously. Nick quickly covered it up and said," Yeah! Yeah! we were talking about this new web series.... umm... one of it's favourite characters died.... so .... that's what you heard.... Do you want to know more about it?" Morgan made a disinterested face and said," Web series? No, thanks! Not interested. I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time to gossip about these things that are nothing but sheer waste of time." Nick's face fell after listening to Morgan's words. How could he call Web series sheer waste of time. Does he think that he loves to waste his time? Nick mumbled," This Morgan thinks too highly

"You need to get some rest. Tomorrow is your big day." "I'm fine. I can sleep next to Mario. But you guys, given your age, you should watch your health. And enough sleep is the strict requirement," Morgan says sternly. Seeing that they seemed to object to him, he immediately continued, extending a hand to them. "No more objections. Just go home. And please, do me that favour." Due to his firm decision, Mr and Mrs Heirden go home. Once Morgan is alone, he once again feels that somebody is watching him through the window. So he immediately walks to the windows and peeks outside with a little crease on his forehead, but finds nothing. Other than the breeze that is blowing in his direction, ther

“We have some very exclusive information about one of the contenders for governorship in New Manhattan, Manhattan City. A man by the name of Mr. Morgan Clark. Information reaching us is that he was and he still is a Drug gang leader and involved in multiple illegal drug rings. We have all the proof at hand, the information, names, dates, pictures everything is here.” The camera cuts to a short video. There he is Morgan Clark stepping out of a very well known Drug Cartel king’s building like he owns the entire world. Casual. Smug. Unaware. My stomach is twisting in knots of tension. My fingers squeeze Brandon’s hand even tighter and I lean into him. His calm presence grounds me, but the fire

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.

Mrs. Moss looked hopeful when she saw the person coming. “Detain this woman, Morgan. Keep her in jail for the rest of her life so she can’t bring evil onto this world again.” “Calm down, Aunty,” the man said. His name was Morgan Moss, Jason’s elder cousin, the chief of the North District Police Department, the youngest chief ever. He had a stern face, tough look, tall body stature, and he was wearing a black and blue uniform with golden epaulettes that glinted under the light. Morgan and Jason looked much alike, just that Morgan was more handsome in the traditional sense.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

she held out her hand for a shake and her kind gesture made me respond. "I'm Arenza Morgan" I spoke but an annoying rat decided to intrude ... "What a sassy name" I coughed at his jerky ways and walked away from him only to be followed by Rachael.... we talked and I got to know her father was a scientist and doctor in ACCM laboratory and I was happy for her.... Back in the pine forest where the Morgans camp.. "No no please don't hurt my son . I would do anything but don't hurt my son" Mrs Morgan spoke to the strange man in a red and black mask as he held a gun at Jasons head. Mr Morgan was already shot dead and was bleeding seriously....

Aaron noticed Cadence’s eyebrows shot up before she caught herself and said, “Yeah, sure. What’s up?” Morgan, the Montana Area Leader, was a short, flirty brunette who happened to be very good at her job. She was a details person, so it didn’t surprise him when she asked several questions about the precise layout of the central building, where she would be stationed. Aaron did his best to answer them, but he also pointed her toward some videos that Christian had sent out to everyone. “Those YouTube videos should give you a pretty decent perspective.” “I think you’ve answered most of our questions,” she replied, with a smile that made Cadence clear her throat, and Aaron looked from Morgan to

A female voice, that sounded like Madison, demanded. Moran complied. I was curious. “It’s on speaker.” Madison replied tersely. “I’m very upset with Mr. Moran, honey.” “Why were you on the phone with Madison?” I questioned. Moran looked at the phone. He swallowed hard. “He called to make sure I wasn’t having sex with Serena. I guess he took cuddling as a code word. As a concubus, I need cuddles from time to time. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that. This is the best time to feed Serena and keep her smelling human. You know Serena was Indie’s mate. Apparently, some people think that means I’m going to sleep with her.”

Then Boyd Cossimo. I detailed Rupert Erskine’s final days, Sonia Dutton’s overdose, the fire that killed Esther Gorski and left her husband crippled. Elisa’s name came last. I offered no plea for sympathy. No attempt at mitigation. Some of you may want to understand why these crimes occurred. If so, you must either walk in my shoes or speak to someone who already has. That person is Bobby Moran, also known as Bobby Morgan, who will appear tomorrow morning at the Central Criminal Court in London. More than anyone alive, he understands what it means to exist as both victim and perpetrator.