Morgan Dane Series Novels & Stories

“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…”

Like two trapped beasts stripped of their fangs, they had nothing left except a final, mournful struggle. One after the other, they walked into the apartment building, and the elevator rose in silence. Standing outside Morgan’s door, Dean slowly lifted his heavy hand and pressed the doorbell. The door opened to Morgan standing inside, dressed in comfortable loungewear, a book still open in her hand as if she had been reading. Warm yellow light spilled out behind her, outlining a figure that was calm and emotionally distant. When she saw the two men outside, soaked and wretched, she did not look surprised or disgusted. Her gaze was flat, as if she were looking at two unfamiliar deliverymen.

I replied. "Oh don't be too sure, you can't see the future." She said. "I'm nearly very sure. The man is overbearing, arrogant, a brute, and whatnot. I'm sure one of us will end up strangling the other," I remarked. "Forget about me, how's Drew?" "He's good, went to get some stuff." "Has he knocked you up yet?" I teased. "Oh God Dana," she groaned, "You've become more vulgar."

“Mr. Morgan, I joined the force seven years ago as a traffic keeper. The day I joined, a fellow human sprinted up to me and urged me to stop a young demilien following him, but before I could act the demilien sped away. The man was never seen again. Do you know who was the demilien that slipped from my hands and killed a human in cold blood?” “I can hardly guess…” Kane said, abusing every ounce of his will to keep calm. “It was you Mr. Morgan. I could never find any evidence of your wrong doing but I do follow you. People you hate have a tendency to go missing suddenly.” “You think so earthling” Kane said, dropping his casual mannerism, “then prove it.” This was a war. A war of right and wro

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

Garry was the person recommended by her, he didn't suspect anything. “I will be better after?” Morana was really desperate… she wanted to get rid of this feeling, but didn't know how. "Yeah, you will get better afterwards." Daniel emphasized, while putting one pill into Morana's mouth and letting her drink water, which was then followed by seven other pills.

Even with the objection of some ministers, Morrigan decided to use the stocked up food from the granary to answer the relief operations to the borders but she didn't expect that despite the fact that they used up some of the goods stocked in the granary it will still be enough on how big the effects of the drought to the borders. Despite the objections and the appeal of contradictions by her ministers to take the matter from the borders personally, Morrigan insisted that she will lead the relief operations at the borders. Seeing how the drought affected the lives of hundreds of families there, all are fresh memories in her head, especially the piles of cadavers and carcasses on one side of t

Stranger hmmm Morgan what do you think would you consider James a Good Man Morgan I can’t say I’m now meeting him for the first time 6 / 7 Stranger ha you crack me up Morgan but don’t you think you fooled him enough maybe you should tell your little boyfriend who you really are When the strangers spoke those words James became suspicious of Morgan and her involvement in this little scheme James what does he mean by that Morgan who are you Morgan then sighed and freed herself then got up and took the gun from The stranger James what’s really going on Morgan I don't understand what's happening were you in on this all along Morgan yes James from the very start I planned everything from us meeti

When Bryden got home, Mandy was on the phone. Seeing Bryden return, Mandy hastily ended the call, speaking somewhat unnaturally, "Bryden, why are you back so soon? Didn't you say you had plans with a friend and wouldn't be home for dinner tonight?" Bryden, noticing Mandy's flustered state, frowned and reminded her, "Mom, were you talking to Mrs. Morgan again? You should limit your contact with her; she's not a good person."

Cursing, they followed me back into the warehouse, Larson already far ahead. By the time we made our way into the medical room, the man had managed to pull off one of the zip ties and was working on the other one. Dimitri immediately pulled out his gun, pressing it to the man's temple. "You love your daughter, don't you?" My hand snaked around his neck, pulling him back onto the bed and choking him. "Are these men seriously worth compromising her safety?" Ruth's phone dinged from inside her suit. "The lab has his DNA identified. Jacob Morgan. Thirty-seven years old, divorced by his wife. Two daughters, ages fifteen and ten."