Morgan Stark Suit Novels & Stories

"Miss, Atty. Morgan is here to see you." I sighed, the weight of the decision I had been avoiding for ages pressing down on me once again. "Send him in.” Moments later, Atty. Morgan entered the room, his demeanor smooth and confident as ever. He was an old man of average height, with a neatly trimmed beard that added to his distinguished appearance. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, and his eyes, sharp and intelligent, seemed to take in everything at a glance. "Ah, my dear, it's a pleasure to see you again.”

At the exit, a man in a blue suit stopped me. “Mr. Costa. I'm so glad I met you. I furrowed my brows, trying to remind him as his face was not so familiar, “It's me, Morgan.” He said upon sensing that I had no idea who he was. He was young, with broad shoulders and long hair which rested on his shoulder. I still didn't have any idea who he was. I stared at him. I hope he will go straight to the point on what he wants. “I have been meaning to see you, but I have not had such opportunities till now.” He said, “I don't know if we would be able to meet up and discuss.” He said.

Finally not sure what she was staring at, she clasped her hands into fists, then opened them again and hugged her sides, and returned to hunch forward. The door opened, echoing into the silence, and a tall guy she had never seen before came in. He was about 6'2 or so lean and fit, thick dusty brown hair all over the place, a long pointing nose, and a small cleft in his chin. Attached to a strong jaw was a five o'clock shadow. He wore a full dark blue suit. He even had the suit vest on under his suit jacket. He hadn't said anything. He just came in with a folder and a coffee cup from Dave's Donuts. Of course, she thought. They give me the shit, and Mr. Policeman gets Dave's, best in town. "Yo

He clenched his jaw and I watched as his poor burger got squished when he had also clenched his hands around it. I wonder what is wrong. Riley does not usually make Elliot act this way. I mean, yeah, I guess Elliot will get frustrated whenever Riley would skip classes to stalk my brother before, but I have never see Elliot Langston so... angry. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE MARRIED?!" I gasped out loud. Wait what. ---------------------- Jay and Riley's story is the 3rd book (the book before this) in The Suit Series. It's The Bad Boy Inside the White Suit and it's currently in D****e. Read it for free! P.S. The link is in my profile :)

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

At lightning speed, he closed the passenger door and spent several minutes without getting in the car, completely out of Charlie's sight, however much she turned in every direction the window allowed her to see, trying to find her. it. Finally, when she was ready to leave and ask if he needed any help with this problem, Morgan burst into the car, his face completely flushed and the suit jacket he was wearing tied around his waist, completely obscuring his forehead. of your pants. And Charlie wanted to tear it apart until the fabric was nothing but lint.

Stone stood. “let’s welcome, my son,” his voice came loudly, overshadowing every sound that was made while his face beamed with pride and joy. The very moment that was said, loud clapping followed and the most anticipated moment came forth. Everyone wanted to see this son that Mr. Deane Stone had and they waited for him with a lot of anticipation in their hearts. All eyes turned to the top of the stairs, and the moment a gentle man walked out, they held their breath. A silhouette came to view almost immediately. Beautiful black shoes made from one of the very top brands outstretched itself, accompanied by black pair of pants, with long elegant legs stepped out into view. His hands remained i

Trying to keep my heart and breath steady. "Look at me!" He says and I have to look up at him, don't want to draw any problem my way. Just do what he tells me. When my eyes travel up his body I see he is big and bulky with a scar on his cheek and down his neck. Slowly rise my eyes up I come to stare right into a pair of gray angry eyes. A shiver runs down my spine and I know the man in front of me is no one you mess with. I don't have to guess, I already know he is one of the Mafia bosses men.

I was honestly exhausted, and I blamed my father for it, only if he had been happy and accepted my mate things would have been so much better, at least then I wouldn't have to deceive him like this. I walked out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom, I blow dried my hair before pulling out the suit mom brought for me. It was a beautiful suit, it had navy blue dress pants and a blazer with a light pink shirt and blue tie. I quickly wore the clothes, I struggled a bit with the tie, I wish my mate would have been here with me, she would have helped with my tie and I would have used the opportunity to keep her as close to me as possible. I was pulled ou

when the heavy doors of the church were abruptly flung open. The blinding sunlight silhouetted a staggering figure. It was Morgan. He had lost a tremendous amount of weight. The suit that once fit him perfectly now hung loosely on his frame. His hair was disheveled, dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed squarely on me. The venue staff and security guards hired by my family panicked and chased after him. "Milana!" he called out hoarsely before charging in. A commotion broke out among the guests. Dad's expression hardened, whereas Mom immediately sprang to her feet.