Morgan Library New York Novels & Stories

she smiled broadly. “Morgan, it’s so great to see you,” I said, wrapping my arms around her in a hug. God, she smells incredible. “Dutton, you look so grown up,” Morgan teased and ruffled my hair. “You look fantastic, Morgan,” I declared. “Paris is treating you well.” “It was treating me well,” Morgan advised. “I’m moving to New York next week. Opening my own office and attending university here. Thought I should probably get some business courses in if I’m going to be a boss bitch.” She giggled.

Navia froze slightly from a distance. Marcus Morgan? Jason continued, “The Morgan Family already received the news. Since you saved Young Master Morgan’s life, not only will they keep the partnership deal intact, they’re also offering an additional fifty percent profit concession.” A fifty percent concession on a project that size was basically money falling from sky. Yet Leonel’s expression only grew colder. “So it was him.” The Morgan Family operated mainly out of Harbor City. Unlike orderly, polished Kingsley, Harbor City’s upper world was chaotic and ruthless.

Morgan opted to corner the presenters afterwards, providing him with enough time to pick their brains. The clock on the wall read seven minutes past seven in the evening, two whole hours after the conference had concluded. Morgan was at the bar in the restaurant on the 8th floor, gently swirling his whiskey on the rocks and lost in thought. Bad memories always found a way to haunt him whenever he was not preoccupied, just like the fabled ghost of Christmas past. There was always one question that played like song on a loop: Where did it all go wrong? The answer never came, only endless theories and possibilities that served to lower his mood. That’s where the alcohol came in; to abate the en

He whispered the last part close to my ear before walking away. I stood there for several seconds trying to wrap my head around what Jared just told me, so the New York Mafia are the one trading humans for the councils to make more shifters? I lived in New York my whole life before being brought here. Who could think such a thing happen in the world you live in? Well, basically I only live in school and then back at home. I aborted the mission of looking for a night dress as I returned downstairs. The atmosphere was more intense, looking around for any sign of Jet I couldn't spot him so I approached Morgana instead.

Less time to think about changing into something else. Having never been to the part of town the client lives in, I find myself wonderstruck. The gated community is one of the most high-end neighborhoods I’ve come across and some of my clients are very wealthy. I don’t have trouble finding the address, but I do however have trouble finding a parking spot. The streets are packed as if the party has already started. After finding a spot a couple of blocks away and making my way up the sidewalk, I spot Morgan loitering in front of the house we’re supposed to conduct the party at. My pace quickens as I want to talk with her before someone sees us out here.

The one who was causing problems for all of us. I pressed play and began listening. “My name is Morgan Woods and I just got a call from Eric Singa. I’m in front of Melby’s Motel on my way to room 15C. I think I might buy this entire building and renovate it to my liking. I shouldn’t be caught dead in this place. Argh, and it reeks too. I might need to throw away everything I’m wearing now,” he sighed. I sighed too pausing the recording for a while massaging my temples. I didn’t have time for his rich bullshit talk but I had no choice. I needed to listen and skipping some parts wasn’t possible as I needed to know why the phone was in my hands not at the station.

Faith was quiet for most of the trip, her thoughts sinking in the quicksand that became her life. Morgan remained stuck on his phone conducting business, making Neal money as he liked to say. Their conversation, when they had it, was light, him telling her what a great job she had done and how he appreciated all her hard work. He intended to head back to Orlando when they returned, and it'd be at least a month before he was in Brevard again. "To be honest, Neal's thinking of taking me to Mississippi with him," Morgan said as they finally entered Brevard County. "Seems, he's ready to branch out more, and there's still quite a bit to rebuild after Katrina."

She asked and Caroline wondered why she was being that unbearable. “I am Caroline Morgan from the new Morgan corporation. We are a successful real estate company and that is why we applied for the tender. “ “Morgan Corporation! Do you really think that crappy company can win over this tender? Dream on girl. Not to mention that you are a murderer and a slut. who will want to work with you? “The receptionist continued insulting Caroline.

Mandy still vividly remembered what happened at the resort before. Harvey narrowed his eyes, struck by the sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen. Morgan Financial Group had been extremely discreet recently, and hadn’t done anything out of line. Due to this, Harvey didn’t bother to pay them any mind. Yet tonight, Eddy was made the banquet’s main character! Interesting. “CEO Zimmer, this is what you don’t know. Morgan Financial Group was built in The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets through the real estate industry. They have properties in Hong Kong and Las Vegas, and all of them are selling like hotcakes!”

*Mansterville Part 2* ~Waverly~ I had finally settled down after the most exciting day I'd had since mine & Shay's last trip to the new mall a couple towns away. What with the sudden arrival of our unusual new neighbors, not to mention the high school stoner's claims of a hairy feral beast running rampant about town. All in all it had indeed been quite a riveting day.