The Distraction Morgan Elizabeth の小説・ストーリー

Relived with the incoming distraction, I then grab my coat, packing my hair in a bun as I step out. Few minutes later.... As I step into the cafe, bustling with people going in and out. I then search around looking for Morgan's familiar face then I spot an unexpected face. With a definitely new look, her once long glorious blonde mane now cut short in a bob. Her phony smile and look now replaced with a cool and collected unreadable expression. As my eyes meet hers she inclines her head indicating I come sit. “Oh Crap” “I'm supposed to meet Morgan here not her”I muster quitely , as I debate whether to proceed or just run back to my cave. Then I thought....

Eliza had a few tricks up her sleeve, but for some reason, none of her special talents seemed to be working, and she wasn't quite sure why. They were sitting in a briefing meeting, talking about a hunt they would be attending later that night, when Laney's message had come through. Now, despite the fact that the Guardian who would be leading the hunt that night, Morgan, was going over some fairly pertinent information, Eliza's mind was wandering. Aaron was sitting right next to her, too, which made it even harder to concentrate.

Taking the hint, she walked up to Zachary. "Sir, I am Morgan, the daughter of Jamie Golding. I wish you good health and long life." She gave her well wishes and handed him a gift. After his long retirement from the business world, Zachary had almost no recollection of the Goldings. Moreover, the Goldings weren't that influential in Parrington. He gestured at Warren to accept the gift and thanked Morgan personally, "That's very nice of your family."

Kiara clicked her tongue slightly and tidied some of her things on the table. "Have you stopped watching horror series lately? Don't tell me you've switched to romantic dramas." Estelle rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't try to change the subject, Kiara," she said, grabbing one of Kiara's hands. Kiara reflexively turned to face her. "I'm sure you've noticed. Morgan is interested in you."

Due to the shock and pain, She shrieked loudly and Celia who heard it looked at the direction. "Who's that noisy goat!" Mrs. Morgan yelled. Celia was quite distracted and Kristen used this chance in pushing her away. She quickly left them and started leaping away. "Aiish!" Mrs. Morgan muttered and pushed Kristen down. Kristen was so weak. Her vision was blurry. She was shaking. Her mouth was bringing out blood. "Just like your mother, you are gonna die stupidly. Don't forget to greet her for me when you see her" Mrs. Morgan chuckled, and took an arrow from her bag.

Charlie Morgan acts strangely at work the next day. She constantly smiles in my direction as if she knows something I don’t. Every time I try to talk to her she scampers off claiming to be busy or pretends to be on the phone. She still doesn’t admit to hiding anything even after the phone rings loudly in her ear, catching her in her lies.

she pressed as she pulled her feet from my lap and focused on Hunter who was now preoccupied with his phone, typing at it and blushing at it as well. “Yes, Elizabeth. It is Andersen Morgan. Dawn’s secretary, assistant, and friend. And for more information, he might be the biggest guy I have ever been with since… I came out of the closet. I swear that delicious cock deserves to be in the Guinness Book of Records.” He fawned dreamily causing me to gag.

It turned out that the little girl she had taken care of back then was Melanie, who was also her current granddaughter-in-law! Madam Mogan was shrewd. Seeing that Eliza seemed unaware that Melanie was already married, Madam Morgan didn’t reveal her identity. Eliza only knew that her surname was Drew and addressed her as ‘Ms. Cece’. Eliza did not know that she was Madam Morgan. "Did you hear what I said?" Hearing no response from the other end of the phone, Madam Mogan began to get angry. "Tomorrow, you go and meet that girl! I'll send you the time and place."

Then, “You sure you haven’t let them confuse you with lust?” “MORGANA,” I snapped, face heating. “I’m serious...” “So am I,” she shot back. “A bonded girl is a distracted girl. A distracted girl is a dead girl.” Kian nodded like a bobblehead. “Morgana’s right, your judgment is clouded...” “Shut up, Kian,” she said lazily. “You are still talking.” He closed his mouth again. She rose from her chair slowly, stepping around her desk until she stood directly before me and for a moment, I thought she’d hit me.