Rachel Morgan Series Novels & Stories

The whole Moore estate was in an uproar. Guests whispered to each other as their eyes kept drifting between Samuel and Rachel. Samuel's face instantly became dark as anger surged. He assumed I was the one making trouble again. Morgan was shocked at first, but then he got excited and cheered. "That's great! I've wanted Rachel to be my mom for a long time!" Rachel looked pleased as she basked in the joy. She failed to notice the strange looks around her at all.

‘How shameless! Rachel wiped her fingers with some tissue. “If you want Sir York, you’ll have to walk over my dead body. “That said, I don’t think you’re capable enough for that to happen.” After all, Rachel was the top disciple of the previous branch leader of Mordu’s Longmen branch. After Harvey took her under his wing, she had a lot more resources and experience under her belt. At this point, she was already Mordu’s Longmen branch leader. Her strength was not how it used to be.

James what’s really going on Morgan I don't understand what's happening were you in on this all along Morgan yes James from the very start I planned everything from us meeting to where we are now James why answer me why are you doing this Morgan poor James doesn’t know why he’s being tortured but I'm sure by the time I’m done with you it’ll jog your memories James tell me really who exactly are you Morgan 5 years ago there was a girl she was innocent hadn’t done anything wrong and then she’s stupidly followed her friends to a party the party was fun up until the end she left walking home alone because her friend was too drunk to carry her home and no one wanted to carry her home either every

"The Long-Lost Heiress, Rachael Morgan, Found by Her Uncle Clark Morgan." Victor froze, his eyes locked on the screen. "Wait, hold up," he muttered to himself. His heartbeat quickened as he clicked on the article, his fingers shaking slightly from the surge of curiosity. The page loaded slowly, revealing a faded image of Rachael. She looked much younger, almost innocent, standing beside an older man—her uncle, Clark Morgan. The article detailed how Rachael had been missing for years, believed to be dead, only to resurface after a desperate search led by her family. But what struck Victor the most wasn’t her sudden reappearance—it was her last name.

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card.

Nathan gave out a bitter chuckle before replying, “Is wealth a criteria in choosing a bride? My fiancée is from a humble background, she’s not so rich and not so poor either.” “ I wasn’t talking to you Nathan…..” Rachel could feel the rising tension between the two siblings so she spoke, “My name is Rachel Morgan. My parents died when I was seven. I sponsored my education up till college. I have a degree in culinary arts and I hope to be a Chef and open my own restaurant. I also desire to start a foundation for underprivileged children who have disabilities.” Nathan reached under the table and patted Rachel’s knees. He was impressed by her lying skills with which the invoked the required emo

So I walked downstairs and Morgan was there riffling through a few boxes that we had stacked up against the back wall. “What are you doing?” I asked. “That girl. She was headed for the packhouse. The rest were there to distract us. I’ve been watching the surveillance tapes from that night. And I know that they were distracting us while she came for the packhouse.” Morgan said. “You think she was after something.” I said. “There’s only one thing that she could have been after.” Morgan said, getting to the bottom box and she opened it and threw the newspaper and everything out of the way.

Hannah Six orgasms later, Hannah Morales sat in the lobby of the Everton Villa, sipping on a half-empty glass of wine before her as a means to evade the thunderous questions raining on her. Rachel has always had mouth diarrhoea, so much so that she didn’t know what questions to ask at what time.

If looks could kill, then Harriet would have already died. The Anderson couple stared at the interaction with the two, not knowing what to do. Miranda had an ugly expression on her face, while Mr Anderson felt thrilled in his heart. At least one of his daughters had caught Rael Morgan's attention. The company would excel if people knew how close his daughter was to the man. “Is there anything else?” Rael finally voiced out, making the trio shiver. The coldness was back once more. Mr Anderson shivered before pulling Miranda and Kylie.

Aaron noticed Cadence’s eyebrows shot up before she caught herself and said, “Yeah, sure. What’s up?” Morgan, the Montana Area Leader, was a short, flirty brunette who happened to be very good at her job. She was a details person, so it didn’t surprise him when she asked several questions about the precise layout of the central building, where she would be stationed. Aaron did his best to answer them, but he also pointed her toward some videos that Christian had sent out to everyone. “Those YouTube videos should give you a pretty decent perspective.” “I think you’ve answered most of our questions,” she replied, with a smile that made Cadence clear her throat, and Aaron looked from Morgan to