Morgan Stark Suit Novels & Stories

“But for now, you’re going to help me select the best fit for tonight.” “Why? What’s the occasion?” “Well… I got intel that one of the biggest cartel cliques would be flying in today from Australia. And guess the strip club they’ve fully paid for?” Red sounded so excited, waiting for me to actually guess. I just stared at her, while she stared back, still hoping I was going to guess. “Wait, you’re really still hoping I’d guess? Then be prepared to miss your big day.” “You are a pain in the ass!” she said.

The afternoon sky in Jakarta was overcast, as if holding its breath, welcoming the arrival of someone from the past. At the arrivals terminal of Soekarno-Hatta Airport, a well-built man, dressed in a simple yet classy black suit, exited the immigration gate. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a figure he hadn't seen in a long time. Morgan had finally returned. After years of being missing without a word, he now stood in his homeland, carrying a myriad of wounds and unresolved grudges.

Naturally, I looked at Marcus in confusion. Without hesitation, he grabbed the phone and snapped. "You know what you did, you scum! You were the one who got me locked up for so many years, the one who made Mom and Dad die so early, and made my sister have a miscarriage! You deserve everything you're getting!" After that, he hung up. "What? Marcus, what do you mean? Mom and Dad, they…" I stared at him in shock. Sighing, he scratched his head helplessly.

The D-Day of the grand opening of Alex's father's five star twins hotel and everyone was getting prepared for the big night. Serena was sitting at the makeup table, she was in her bathrobe applying her makeup when alex came from the other room dressed and ready to go, she could not take her eyes off him and his expensive tailored dark suit, he looks so amazingly handsome and her heart started fluttering as her pulse race, " Yyou look so handsome" she said, giving him a big smile.

Bloody Justice Morgan left Charles’s isolation cell, but not to go home. His initial plan—to destroy Charles through the legal and financial system—suddenly felt hollow, too slow, and too clean. Charles’s mocking words about Alice, his devilish smile, and the fact that the monster was still breathing after taking his daughter's life, rekindled a more primal rage. Cold justice was not enough. Charles had to feel despair, and Morgan had to be his executioner. Morgan utilised shadow connections built from his father's old network, connections unknown even to Bima. He cancelled Charles's official transfer order. The crime boss would not be sent to a harsh extradition chamber. Morgan arranged for

Still abusing her. Susan found out about the abuse and that is why she can’t take it. She found out what really happened that night, and she can’t take it, and for her, it was a disgrace to their perfect family. She chose to remain silent but because of her conscience of being silent about the abuse that her son committed. She went crazy. That is why instead of fixing it she chose to end her life and Cassie saw her. Hang herself inside their room. She told Cassie not to make noise because everything was going to be alright by ending her life in front of her child. Albert, the father who doesn’t have an idea about what is happening because he is always out busy working. He tried to survive h

"Just be there. *** I slip into our quarters, the clock ticking past 2:55 p.m. Dropping onto the sofa, I wait, the anticipation a subtle thrum in my veins. Margo's routine is a precision drill – gym, home, shower – and today's no different. Today, though, we're gearing up for more than just her post-workout cool down; we're preparing for a trip to New York City. A trap set for Preston. The door swings open, and Margo steps in, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She halts mid-stride, eyes darting across the room to where I sit, disguised and nearly unrecognizable. Her body tenses as she backpedals slightly, confusion etched into her features. "Uh, excuse me, but who the hell are you?" A chu

Other than the breeze that is blowing in his direction, there is nothing suspicious outside. Finally, he shakes his head, shaking off that eerie feeling, and draws the curtain. The moment the windows get covered, Samantha, who is now sitting idly on the edge of the rooftop from the opposite building while sipping wine in a bottle like she always does when she's free, wears a sly smirk on her face. For the rest of the night, Morgan is unable to sleep. He keeps on turning around next to Mario and, in the end, he scratches his head in frustration, and slams back his head over the pillow and drowns himself in it.

“Sit. I’ll be right back.” Before she could respond, a ripple of excitement surged from the mansion entrance. People gathered. Whispers rose. Morgan straightened. “I’ll check it out. Don’t move.” Bella watched him disappear into the throng. Then the crowd parted. Dave Stark emerged. He was pulled forward by Sandra, who looked entirely too pleased with herself. Warriors cleared a path as he stepped into the moonlight, tall and commanding, dressed not in black like the others but in a deep sapphire suit that seemed tailored for power.

My eyes are full of vengeful hatred for the man before me. “I mean it. I mean every word. I hate you.” And for the first time, I didn’t see any anger in his eyes. Just raw pain and maybe regret? But I brushed the observation aside. Josh Morgan Sterling’s character has always been carved from stone. It was why he survived the rigorous board meetings and dealings with prospective clients and investors. He has to be made of steel to be able to put the company forward, or other people within the company would eat him alive.