Sarah Morgan Books Novels & Stories

“But I will watch. And when the time comes, no wolf, no coven, no man will stand between me and my blood.” The flames in the bowl roared higher, showing Ariel lying unconscious in a grand bed, Damian sitting beside her, head in his hands. The woman’s lips curved — not quite a smile. “Two pure souls,” she murmured. “And fate has doomed them both.” The servants exchanged nervous glances. They all knew the stories about Madam Morgan. the witch who had walked into a king’s palace and walked out with his crown. She was a legend. And somewhere across the ocean, her daughter had just awakened the same storm.

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

SARAH WAS PETITE, tall with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She was in her mid thirties but still looked twenty-five as a result of her round babyish face. As far as she could remember, she had been writing and she grew up with the dream of covering the most insane, mysterious, mythical and unbelievable stories and reports in her writings. Before the last two years, she had been doing researches on different gods and their mythical stories, coming up with captivating writings in forms of articles and short stories. In the last two years, she realized that there seemed to be gods among humans and wanted to cover a writing about them but she had not really heard anything about them or gathered

“I stayed in my cabin. I heard the celebration from a distance, but I was not there. I felt sick that night.” Morgan’s tone stayed polite. “Then we will need your name and residence recorded. There is an effort to track who was present and who was not.” There was a pause. Had he heard that? Morgan said, “Thank you. We appreciate your cooperation.” No. The footsteps moved away. A few seconds later, Sarah came back down the stairs. Her expression was smug, like she had just watched me lose a game she had already rigged. “Did you enjoy that?” Sarah asked softly. “Did you think he would save you?”

The others rather gave her dirty and judgmental stares, but this lady, she seemed different. "Oh Hi, I'm Sarah, I work here. It's really nice meeting you." Sarah introduced. "And you too," Darling responded as she studied Sarah's appearance. Sarah was just about the same height as Darling, she sported a sweatshirt and pants and her dark silky long hair was placed up in a messy ponytail. "I'm looking for Ms Morgan," Sarah said to Darling with a smile still on her face. By this time, Darling had completely forgotten about the elevator which had long closed as Sarah had kept her occupied that she didn't notice.

And who is she to reject this offer, when something in her wants to confront Drake and fight him for being with another woman. A crazy feeling that she had to swallow up and make sure no one knows. It seems like something is making her entire being claim him, the more the date for them to meet is getting near. She felt lost, but she's someone who believes in seeing how things will take shape. "You don't have to pay me. I will take the chance. Anything to leave this place." Morgana blurted her mind. "I'm sorry for what happened once again." Sarah said, already excited to have played smart.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

However, Morrigan pursued him, leaning closer to his face, her skin touching his arms. Her mouth agape, Colfre's attention was diverted to her plump and cherry-colored lips that he unconsciously gulped. His ears growing red and the muscles under his black inner shirt tenses. He could feel his body sweating. With Morrigan's face just inches away from him, he realizes how beautiful the woman in front of her. And how broken she is at the same time. Her beautiful chestnut-colored eyes that had seen more death than him, are the very same eyes that cried till she dozes off at night. It was the same beautiful eyes that is gazing at him, the same deep eyes that draw him to get to know her even more.

I love my dog because my life is honestly pretty boring. I’m Margot Morgan, age twenty-five year old with a boring job and a boring life. Broke and ready to fall into the hands of a sugar daddy who would take care of all my student loans and expand my failing nail business.

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"