Mr Morale Review Novels & Stories

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 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.

But the circumstance and trajectory of her life will be in her control, if she continued to fight to survive. Thinking of this, she suddenly started experiencing a strong emotion that overwhelmed her thoughts. Her mentality was experiencing a unique change, she started feeling strength slowly returning to her body. The power of morale was rearing its head; a thought was all it took to trigger it. She finally understood why they said that morale is a very essential tool in battles. If your morale is dead, then you are basically dead. She suddenly understood that it was not right for her to be wallowing in depression because of the circumstances of her life.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

"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.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…