Mr Morale Review Novels & Stories

He leaned back in his chair again, studying me like I had just shifted something in the conversation. “You’re either very brave, or very foolish” he said slowly. I held his gaze. “Maybe both.” A faint smile returned to his lips, this time, slightly more genuine. Before anything else could be said, a man approached. I recognized Mortis immediately from earlier descriptions. He leaned down slightly toward Marlo, his voice low but urgent. “Boss.” Marlo’s attention shifted. “What is it?” “It’s important.” Marlo paused then stood, just like that. He looked down at me one last time, like he was committing my face to memory.

I challenged. Mrs. Moore pursed her lips and slipped her black-leather gloves back on her hands. “Why would I do such a thing? As a mother, I think it’s only natural that I want to help a poor man reunite with his stepdaughter after years of separation. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t want to be barred from seeing my children. You should thank me! I’m even paying for his ticket and stay. You’ll have your father to take care of you, and once you feel better, he’ll bring you back home… where you belong.”

"This is the first time I've seen General Morrison in the flesh. Goodness! I thought the rumors were exaggerated. But I didn't expect him to be even more handsome and imposing in person. His looks and figure are just incredible!" "Me too, me too! I thought that he would be old because he's a general, but it turns out that he's young and quite a looker. Oh, he's just so charming! I don't feel afraid anymore with him and his troops protecting us all." "We definitely won't have anything to fear. Our national arms are all manufactured by the Norvanian military themselves. "Just look at how the other countries were shaking in their boots when the Edge Mark 1 cruise missile was launched a while ba

Kira was on the mat and looked at her with the gold shimmer moving faintly around her hands and produced a sound that was the closest thing she had to what Jasmina understood as opinion, the short directed sound, and then went back to the bark and the clay. She told Damoew that night that she thought they were in the part of the game where both sides could see each other's general direction and the question was who arrived first. He said he'd been watching the alliance network for the last two weeks and his read from Dax and from his own conversations with Marcus's stationed warriors was that morale was high, the border was solid, and that the general feeling inside the compound was one of p

The afternoon group grew from eleven to seventeen by the last extra practice session as those who did not attend heard more and more about the quality of the extra time and saw the improvements in their fellow trainees. On the eve of the first test, Alpha Darren, Commander Alexi, and Beta Owen reviewed the reports the retired warriors had written for them. They varied in detail beyond the names of the recruits who attended but all of them seemed to agree on two points that Alpha Darren took special note of. Moira was performing in the top three of every extra practice, and Patrick was not attending. The other details were important as well and overall this was definitely a strong batch of ne

“Bad form.” “Morale is a mission objective,” I said. “Ask any general.” A reluctant smile tugged at her mouth. “Did we—” she gestured vaguely toward the hall, “—keep you up?” “Thin walls,” I said. “Thin morals.” She winced. “Sorry,” she said. Then, gentler: “How are *you* doing, command tent?” I glanced at the framework draft still open on my laptop. At Marko. At the whiteboard riddled with names of labs that thought they were too small to get noticed.

Now you've done it. The two charged at each other, like defiant warlords with only one motive on their mind, 'kill him'. Robert rose high, but Morale rose higher, and once again his claws did more talking more than any pen or sword with an A+ in English studies. He slammed his paw into Robert's fur covered body, etching into his skin and letting loose a couple spews of blood. "You're weak Robert" he said, rushing him and giving no time for recovery. Robert swung wildly but Morale saw it coming. He ducked underneath the heavy paw and sunk three more claws into the partition under Robert's neck, sending him plummeting to the ground in either weariness, blood loss or both. "You tired boy?" Mora

“Face the truth for myself?” With that comment, Miller lowered his head and stepped to the side. Just behind him, another figure stood up from the crowd surrounding the fire and ambled toward them. He was significantly taller and looked older than most of them, but no better dressed. Unlike anyone else, he was displaying a rather arrogant smile as he approached the entourage. “Morales. I don’t believe we’re expecting your group back so soon,” he stated, outstretching his arms carelessly. “If everyone under my lead was just as sad and pitiful as you then how do you think that would reflect upon me?”

A man so unruly is bound to grow arrogant! "Indeed, Your Majesty. Relying on his abilities, Commander Morris, has even resisted your summons to return to the capital for a debrief and reward ceremony. "This time, he claims to be injured, evading formal procedures and going off to recuperate somewhere without submitting an official report. When your appointed emissaries arrived, representing you, the king, he didn't even bother to greet them! "And let us not forget, after the battle, he was seen laughing and betting on horse races with his soldiers. Can we believe he's truly too injured to move?"

"He's actually acting intense? Be that as it may, he needs to take care of killing somebody. Judge, watch out. Try not to allow him to get out alive!" "You've proactively been caught, Why are you being so self important? Have opportunity and willpower to cry later!" "He will kick the bucket soon, however he actually has the nerve to talk to such an extent." "Before he kicks the bucket, let him act striking and courageous. He will not get an opportunity to rehash that later on." Jack was somewhat astonished. The framework distinguished that Morrison's battle strength had arrived at 60. It was ending up being very fascinating.