Morgan Walle Novels & Stories

“I spent years building walls. Fortresses. Calling it strategy. But this, what we’re doing now, it’s the only way forward. Even if some of it burns.” She searched his face. There was no hesitation in his eyes. Only a quiet resignation, and something fiercer beneath it. “I’m proud of you,” he murmured. Celeste looked away. “Don’t say that yet. You haven’t seen what I’ll do next.” That night, the entertainment world cracked open again. Not because of another leaked video. Not because of Celeste Laurent’s boardroom power play. But because Morgan Hale made his first appearance in four years. It wasn’t subtle. He arrived at the Cannes Nightfall Gala, dressed in a midnight-blue tuxedo with a white

Asked Morgan "Papa's wallet! If you are poor, no woman will want to be with you." WHOOSH! Morgan threw the expensive wallet onto his desk. "There's nothing in it for me to carry or not carry a purse! No matter what kind of women are out there, I won't be interested! I'm more like my wife. My love and my soul. Jessica Monroe! Altair Morris's mum!" "Why is Morgan's flirting getting worse by the day? Hemm?" Jessica asked while pinching Morgan's cheeks and twisting Morgan's head until it became so adorable, according to Jessica, with her pouty face.

“And you do? I mean, you look very healthy for someone who collapsed a dozen times just yesterday.” At that, Wade sat up. “Jenn,” he said firmly. “There’s no need for that. I already explained to you, Morgan has had a rough life and it affected her wolf. She isn’t as strong as you and me.” Morgan smiled brightly as her eyes met mine. Ignoring them both, I turned to the fully stocked bar and poured myself a bottle of champagne. If I was going to be riding with these two, then a headache was on the way.

“Yes, me. I'm sorry I have to do this, Maya. What can we do about it? After all, this is my job.” The man came forward and approached the poor woman suddenly. The man's hand gripped Mrs. Maya’s jaw. Nadira put on hold the call “Mother!” which is already on the tip of the tongue. Instead, she bit her inner cheek a little more than she wanted. “Say it right now,” growled the man. “Where are you hiding that wolvire?” “I—akh—don't—know!” Mrs. Mata breathless answered. “Very well,” said the man with a deep voice. The man released his grip with one rough jolt and retreated back. However, after that everything happened so fast.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

I tried to ask this important question, but all I got was wheezing. - Someone .. - I squeezed out with difficulty, swallowing painfully, like a handful of glass. Before I had time to finish, Morgan entered the room without knocking in his usual guise. The ringleader, if that’s the case, he can only come in without knocking, it would be better if he looked after his menagerie. How could he not hold it back? I met him with a frown, expressing the highest degree of my displeasure with him. It's not like he hurt him in any way. Morgan examined me in detail, and I answered him the same. I have always called this type of people - "absorbing space." Here he enters the room, and it immediately decre

The secretary brought the items to Wallace. Wallace said with a frown, “What are these?” “This is evidence relevant to the case. Please have a look,” Morgan said. “Oh?” Raising a brow, Wallace put on his glasses and took the letter for a look. His expression turned somber. He looked through the medical reports. Wallace’s expression grew grim. Reading Wallace’s face, Morgan said, “As you can see, Mika was in the late stages of AIDS. She didn’t have much time left.

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde

However, their happy mood had been spoiled by this group of people. “You…” Wendell was angered. He looked at Myra and Chase and suddenly recognized them. “I remember you. Aren’t you that unknown woman the Wallaces took home? I saw you stirring up trouble at Vince Waterson’s party!” “Now that you know we’re from the Wallaces, please leave,” Myra said while trying her best not to blow up. “So what if you’re a Wallace, bitch? We aren’t afraid of you!” Wendell sneered and said, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Wendell Wilson. My family is an influential family from Camland. Get lost if you know what’s good for you!”