Reid X Morgan の小説・ストーリー

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

"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…

In that moment, I came to a decision and it was this: I had never taken a life before, but I was ready to drive my claw up into Morgan’s trachea if she posed a threat to me, because it was pretty clear that she wasn’t simply going to laugh off her defeat and call it a day. She was one of the best Blue Moon warriors, and I had just humiliated her in front of a joint audience of our respective Packs, so now she would be out for blood. I had to be too. The tension ramped up quickly, but just when it looked like things were about to take a bleak and bloody turn, Xavier’s voice cut through the hostility like a knife through butter. “Morgan.” She ignored him, and after a second try with the same r

I wore my office suit. “Beuford Randolph Ellison III, Do you take Eleanor to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do.” I said to the Elvis looking minister. “Eleanor Dianna Lopez, Do you take Beuford Randolph Ellison III to be your lawfully wedded husband? “I do.” Nora looked at me and smiled. I could tell it she was still nervous about all this. We put our golden rings on each other's left ring fingers and kissed. We took pictures with Elvis and Cher for remembrance.

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."

She stood too, though she still looked fragile. When we entered the study, I stopped short. Morgan was already there. He was leaning back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed, almost careless. His expression was calm, unreadable, like nothing in the world bothered him. That alone surprised me. I had expected him to be summoned for trouble. I had expected tension. Discipline. Maybe even punishment. Instead, my father spoke first. “Morgan,” he said, “your proposal regarding the rogue rebellion was effective.”

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.