Morgan Freeman Narrated Novels & Stories

Sera’s P.O.V When being trailed by the murderer, I called Mark Simpson. He answered impatiently, “I already told you I’m working late tonight. What do you want now?” The person behind me continued to follow relentlessly, forcing me into a dead end. My heart pounded like a drum, and my voice trembled. “Help me, I’m being followed by a murderer. He’s holding a knife…” “There’s no murderer. Stop imagining things!” Mark’s tone was annoyed. “You always call me at night. Can’t you just let me work in peace? Will this ever end?”

Once they got in, Eleanor decided to sit with Hayley while Kenji was in the last row. "Alright! Since everyone is here, let's hit the road to paradise!" Mafu yells. Then he turned to the driver who they just noticed was Greg. "Hit the road, Greg!" "Aye, I am not playing driver. We need to take turns, you shithead!" "Yo! No bad words!" Jasper shouts. "We have a kid here, man!" "We have a kid," Bren cutely uttered. "Oh, I'm sorry little man," they heard Greg say. "I'll be mindful next time."

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

He paused and grabbed her phone. “Why does David have blueprints of Walter Media’s financial reports?” he asked, his eyes wide. Montgomery shrugged. “Don't ask me. Ask Jonathan,” she replied. The old man, Mr. Freeman, walked in and pulled out a chair. He sat next to Elvis and gazed at the floor, observing the square pattern of the tiles. Something seemed to be bothering him. They all paused and looked at him. “Spill it,” they said, their voices dropping at the same time.

I never thought twice about leaving someone on the streets to squat, maybe it's because he could be close to Kagami. "Would you like to come inside? You could wait inside to call yourself a cab or something..." He stared at me for a while. His glasses veiled his eyes but finally, he nodded. He was a stranger at the end of the day, I get it. More importantly, I was already beginning to regret it as I opened my door. --- The audience began to clap to the beat as all of a sudden Mana began to sing in English before eventually switching back to Japanese and shouting random words that strung together feeling like a poem.

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

He grabbed a piece of melon off Katalea’s plate with a grin and turned to address them all. “All the children should be back in their homes. We had the news on down at the helicopter hangar and it was the breaking news this morning. Tons of the latest abducted turn up, unharmed. Could it be aliens?” He said this in his best news anchor voice. They all chuckled at his antics, and Katalea, suddenly shy, offered him a chair. “I can’t stay, they need me down on the beach to help with the memorial.” He said, stealing another bite.

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

As they were leaving the salon, Amethyst reminded her daughter to grab a hat for both of them, so their faces wouldn't get burned. The ride to the building site of their home took a little over an hour and a half. Conversation had flowed quite naturally. But the closer they got the more nervous Tine seemed to get. Finally, Isaac leaned over and patted the "younger" man on the shoulder and said, "Don't you worry, young man. If you are quick with this as you are everything else, then I'm sure it will be doing well and Mira will love it."