Morris Delancey Novels & Stories

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.

Since Alpha Aaron took command of our pack, he has a duty to win over as many allies as possible, in order to end the war with the renegades. “Yes,” she sighed. — In other words, we have to put up with Delancy and her quirks. Until later. — She said goodbye and left the room. Delancy Wilhelm. Daughter of the Blue Moon pack's alpha, Colt Wilhelm. She was the epitome of elegance, with her beautiful tanned skin and long, luminous blonde hair. Like her father, she exuded power.

"I haven't destroyed anything yet." "The night is young." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "But I have faith in you." I allowed myself a small smile. Maybe the training had worked after all. Maybe I could actually pull this off. WhenI saw Elder Morris approaching, my heart stuttered. Elder Morris was one of the pack's most traditional members and he was also famously observant, known for noticing details that others missed. During the campaign, he had wavered in his support. The rumors about my background had troubled him. He had only committed to Reed's side after the decisive handling of Derek's arrest.

Her boss had warned her about her tardiness, and she had a feeling that today would be her last warning. She parked her car around the corner from the bar and combed her fingers through her unruly red hair. Satisfied, she raced inside. Morris looked up as she entered the bar and shook his head. He was a short Italian man with a bald spot no one dared to mention. He also had a penchant for being handsy with the waitresses. They knew he had ties to some very bad people, so they kept their distance and let him do as he pleased.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

However, the pupils did not notice that despite seeming enraged, Moriri's eyes were devoid of spirit. Moriri took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "As I was saying, Darryl is an extremely cunning man. He pretended to avenge Master after he had been wounded, and even I fell for it." As she spoke, Moriri glanced at Dewey. "Thank goodness I met Senior Dewey and was able to see through Darryl's evil ploys." The pupils did not suspect anything more as they were all filled with rage. "How dare he plot to murder the Sect Master with Granny Rafflesia?"

*** “Del-the-fucking-Spell.” Mary muttered as she stared at Deloris with recognition. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of again. “I see you’re still running with fleabags.”

Besides, David was also not afraid of the people behind Morris. Even though Morris was one of the four outstanding talents in Springfield and a veteran of the SCC, he was still significantly lacking compared to the Special Task Force and Falcon. The two sides were not on the same level at all. Not long after, the door of the private room was pushed open again. This time, the first person who came in was a tall man with a chubby face. He was followed by a few people who looked like masters. The leader was naturally Morris, the eldest son of the Daniels in Springfield, one of the four outstanding talents, and also the core big shot of SCC.