Rachel Morgan Series Novels & Stories

“Eliza is stronger than you think. She does not need you! None of us do. You’re not a father of mine anymore, and Eliza is nothing to you.” I turned to face Rylan, finding solace in his unwavering gaze. His words sparked a flicker of defiance, stoking the fire I needed. “He’s right,” I said, swallowing the fear that threatened to drown me. “I’m not the same girl, Morgan. I’ve grown, I’ve changed.” Morgan’s laughter twisted into a snarl. “Change? Do you think that matters? I own you—body and soul! You’re fooling yourself if you believe you can sever what is ours.”

“Cain's Crossing was, is I guess, still on? Anyway, it's about this small town in Oregon where all this strange stuff happens. It all starts with a teenage girl, Rachel Meers, getting murdered. She was this big-time debutante, and everyone loved her, or at least it seemed like everyone loved her. See, as the show goes on, you find out that pretty much everyone in the town had a reason to kill Rachel, who turns out was one of those people who manipulates everyone around them and plays them off each other for fun.

“Investigative. Medical ethics. Someone who won’t turn my daughter into a headline.” Maya didn’t hesitate. “Rachel Morrison. She broke the pediatric device scandal two years ago. She’s careful. She’ll verify everything.” “Connect us.” Rachel Morrison arrived that afternoon with a recorder and a calm, assessing gaze. She didn’t fawn. She didn’t dramatize. She listened. Alex told the story from the beginning. The complicated pregnancy. The cardiac risk. Eleanor’s conspiracy. The attempted assassination during delivery. The stolen cord blood. The patent application bearing Catherine’s genetic sequences. The cameras hidden in stuffed animals. The “partnership” offer. The other children. The reta

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

“Let’s just say… we’ve got the same enemy. And you, Raven, might be our ticket inside.” Inside. Meaning Hellfire. Meaning Ryder. I pretended to smile, though something cold curled in my chest. “You mean Tessa.” Jace’s grin widened. “Smart girl.” Marcus flicked his cigarette and approached, the glow of the fire painting his features in orange and gold. “Our little angel’s sister is landing today,” he said, voice casual like he was talking about the weather. “Sister?” He nodded. “Sarah Morgan. Fresh out of art school. Pretty thing. Just like Tessa. Maybe prettier.”

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened the folder of evidence Liam had given her days ago the one containing details of the financial manipulations, names of key conspirators, and traces of forged documents used to manipulate Liam’s inheritance. Her eyes scanned over familiar names until one made her freeze: Rachel Morgan. Her former friend. The woman who had comforted her during her loneliest nights after marrying Liam. The same woman who had convinced her to keep secrets from him. It couldn't be. Could it? Lily's fingers trembled as she turned to the next page, and there it was a signed authorization with Rachel's name on it. One that granted access to Liam's private accounts, funneled

The boom shakes my bones. A wind hits our backs, carrying the chill from the water, and I wrap my arms around myself. Autumn in Maine isn’t any colder than Wisconsin but there’s something about being right next to the water that ices me to the core. Brynn gasps. “I hear footsteps.” One of the heavy wooden doors yawns open, and a tall, thin woman appears. With her gray hair pulled into a tight bun and her black sweater, she looks like a librarian. She’s even frowning at us like a librarian who just caught someone eating in the periodicals section.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

What was what? "Rachel, you're Emerald Nielson... The Nielson's missing daughter! "