Morgan Dane Series Novels & Stories

He had kept all the evidence about the crime planned by Logan and Kelly, but he wanted to catch them red-handed and convict them with strong evidence, not just a recording of a conversation that could be considered just a fabrication. Morgan returned to the mansion and when he arrived at his room, he took the phone and called Sarena who was in the living room, watching television while eating snacks made by Aby. "Hey, Baby, what are you doing?" said Morgan after hearing Sarena's voice accepting his call. "Oh, I'm watching television. There's a new drama series on N*****x. What are you doing?" said Sarena cheerfully. She felt very happy because the Alpha called.

“I will never doubt your loyalty again. How are things going?” “They are going slow,” Madison replied. “I never thought I’d be in a wheelchair at the age of twenty-six, but it’s my new reality. Dr. Yvonne has been a Godsend, though. Of course, Paul has been wonderful.” Madison looked over at Paul and smiled. “Oh, Nathan,” Morgan said. “Do you think I can hitch a ride with you up to Maine on Friday? I need to meet a supplier up there.” “Sure thing, Morgan,” Nathan declared. “Dutton, do you want to come too?”

He playfully spank my ass to prove his mouth which just made me laugh harder. "I thought you don't do jokes" I teased. "For you, I will do anything" He replied puffing his chest. I smiled when something Dane said earlier creep into my mind, I couldn't believe it skipped my mind until now. "Grayson did mention something, more like someone. He said Morgana" I said, staring at him and wondering what that has to do with anything. Did Morgana kill Dane Grayson? . . . TBC

Madeline pov Before I can answer Morgan she moves away. A few seconds later we see her walking to a table with two enormous plates of Schweinhaxe, the knife sticking out of the juicy ham hock knuckle and a big blob of mashed potato next to it. Why did we agree to soup? “Martin did mess up? We were supposed to earn trust before letting someone know what we were looking for,” I whisper feeling small. “I don’t know. This is not a place to mingle. I think we need Morgan as a broker and I don’t think that making small talk will earn her trust more than just being transparent,” he reassures me. But I can tell he’s not happy with how things are going.

He looked older than his thirty five years with hard lines carved into his face and eyes that burned with obsession. "Well done daughter," Damon said smiling cruelly. "You've served your family well." Morgan looked at her father with an expression that broke my heart. It was sadness instead of fear. "No Dad. I served my conscience. And I'm sorry but you're wrong about everything." Damon's smile faltered. "What?" Morgan pressed the signal device hidden in her pocket. "Now!" I shouted into my earpiece. Moonfall warriors poured out from every direction. They moved with precision surrounding Damon's rogues before they could react.

He was lazy to respond to Evan, which was his nature. "Tomorrow I will meet Roy Erwin at an event. I'm sure he will come to me. So tomorrow night I will come alone. Jonathan will look after Markas. And carry out his plans for tomorrow. And that's all for tonight. Get some rest." Morgan got up from his chair and headed for his room. "Good night." Morgan left Evan and Jonathan there. The two Mafia strategists were silent, Jonathan was busy with his mobile phone at the moment, while his wife was missing him.

Genevieve moved in shock too but none of them had exchanged any communication with the other about it. As they watched, the screen shifted to a breaking news segment. The headline flashed ominously: "New Evidence Surfaces in Montenegro Scandal." Genevieve felt her stomach drop. They had underestimated Morgana—the girl who had escaped their clutches—and Lukman, the one who had initially helped them but was now rotting in prison. Despite their efforts to contain the damage, the repercussions were spiraling out of control.

I gently tried to free my hand. - Oh, is it? Whatever that meant, she released my hand and waved permissively, allowing me to go. Creepy old lady. I no longer ran to the office, but walked at a fast pace. Since Grandma Cooper allowed herself a theatrical monologue, then you can take your time. However, in Morgan's office there were already not only the leader with Reid, but also Mira, as well as Fred Atwood, Uncle Claire and brothers. He was the right hand of the former alpha - Trent. But Morgan did not let him get so close to him. Still, Fred was an extremely unpleasant type. Their whole family was purulent. Everyone present stared at me. Morgan was imperturbable, Mira looked hopeful, Fred

Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her. “Good, I trust you to be tight-lipped about it.” “Yes Stormy.” He gave a mock salute. “See you later boss.” “Sure thing.” He exited the room. “Okay guys.” Bryan held up the sheet of paper. “Results!” Maureen sipped on her wine. “Morgan Sanders.” “Alrighty then.” Raymond intertwined his fingers, cracking his knuckles. Maureen studied the piece of paper Bryan passed out. Morgan Sanders Female 42 Las Vegas, California.

A man around fifty years of age was just getting ready to eat when he raised his head and smiled at Mandy. "Why are you here, Mandy? Aren't you supposed to be in Wolsing handling the Ninth Branch's business? Did you get into some trouble?" When he asked Mandy that, he looked quite considerate. If one were to simply judge his appearance, he looked like an old janitor in charge of sweeping dirty floors. There was nothing special about his aura. However, this man was in truth in full control of the Jeans of Mordu, Zayden.