Novel & Cerita Reid X Morgan

"Edwin, my man, your world's about to get dimmer." "Neal's on his way, I take it." Edwin Coldwell didn't sound enthused. In fact, he sounded the complete opposite. "There goes the rest of my week." Morgan started the engine, flipped the Bluetooth on before dropping his phone into his lap and pulled out into airport traffic. "My gain is your loss," he said with a chuckle. He felt bad for Edwin. The two of them were a lot alike. Both just looked for a good time, and most of the time, they didn't care with who or even where. Usually, it didn't matter. However, Edwin kicked the hornet's nest back in Brevard, and Neal hauled him out of town in an attempt to quiet things down. Morgan wondered if i

REID The events of the day replay in my dreams all night like a horror movie that I can’t turn off. I’m back on that ridge, watching as Xavier staggers toward Gray, lunging in a last desperate attempt to fight him off. I see Gray tear out his throat again, hear the gurgling sound as Xavier struggles for air, blood spurting from the gaping wound in his neck and staining the snow. This time, though, when I go to turn away, something gives me pause. I look back to see Xavier rise again, still bleeding from the neck but still very much alive. Everyone else has their backs turned, and I open my mouth to warn them, but no sound comes out…

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

They played like they are lovers playing by the side of the lake, however, the difference is that they are lovers that hold so much power and responsibility that they never realize how much they missed having fun. Morrigan raised her hand as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest heaving up and down under the bodice of her dress. When she was able to catch her breath, Morrigan walked past Colfre who stood by her side waiting for her to finally be able to compose herself. The smile on her face never faded as she watch Colfre walk towards her, his long strides as effortless as always. He offered his hand to her, helping her get up. "I have to go and check the memorials for today," Morrigan s

they said, “except the hunger.” Wyn had a knack for finding the places no one else saw: the rotting opera house repurposed as a granary, or the hollowed-out pump room where knife fighters settled impossible debts in a single, bright minute. It was in one of these places that Wyn found Morgan, three days after arriving, arguing with the foreman of a salvage barge. “He’s also from the House,” Wyn said later, lounging beside Carolina on a roof that reeked of kerosene and scorched feathers. “Morgan and him go back to the first riots. They tried to kill each other at least twice.”

"Lieutenant Slayer Reid of the Royal Guard." I raised an eyebrow, not immediately seeing the significance. "The same Slayer Reid who became William Morgan's personal servant before mysteriously disappearing two years ago," Raven continued. "The same man who was present when William Morgan lost his leg in the confrontation with Alpha Alexander." Now that was interesting. "You're suggesting Reid deliberately engineered William's injury?" "It appears that way, sir. And there's more," Raven's voice lowered. "Both Slayer Reid and Eliza Morgan were near Silverlake on the day of the Lotus Moon cult incident."

Lucas stared at the screen. USER IDENTIFICATION: JAMES REESE For several seconds, he didn't move. Xavier looked at him carefully. “Milord…” Lucas raised his hand. “Don't say anything.” His eyes remained fixed on the name. James Reese. The man who had managed Morgan Group for years. The man David Morgan had trusted. The man who had repeatedly helped Lucas uncover hidden pieces of his inheritance. The man who had told Lucas to reclaim Morgan Group.

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

Jayden asked, continuing what he wanted to say before. "No, of course not. Recently, my efforts to unite our world with the human world have shown good and encouraging results," said Morgan. "After your uncle died, there weren't too many disturbances. The Rogues, under the leadership of Seth Mayer, began to put themselves in order and even in the last two years, there were several who received rehabilitation and were admitted back into the pack before they became Rogues." Sarena was surprised to hear Morgan's words. She hadn't heard about it and now that she did, she admired Morgan's hard work.

She had expected her to cry, to be at her lowest when she found out that her ‘best friend’ had a baby for her husband, but the woman had simply scoffed and turned her away from the house. Morgana’s only leverage over the Hills family was the fact that Reid loved her more than he did his wife, and Mark was a good natured boy. When she found out that Mark had gotten the woman that was bold enough to reject Ian, she was beside herself with joy. She thought she had the upper hand, she had the daughter-in-law everyone wanted after all.