The Distraction Morgan Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Morgan couldn't help but shake his head, "Auntie, what are you talking about? How can I be deceived by a woman? What kind of woman can deceive me? Isn't this a joke?" "Why not? You are a man. But... Deceitful women are everywhere. They want to deceive people, of course, they look at who are you. You are Morgan, the head of the Blackstorm Group. The woman who wants to get close to you can queue to the moon. Of course, no one will lie to ordinary people, but you are very different!”

Genevieve moved in shock too but none of them had exchanged any communication with the other about it. As they watched, the screen shifted to a breaking news segment. The headline flashed ominously: "New Evidence Surfaces in Montenegro Scandal." Genevieve felt her stomach drop. They had underestimated Morgana—the girl who had escaped their clutches—and Lukman, the one who had initially helped them but was now rotting in prison. Despite their efforts to contain the damage, the repercussions were spiraling out of control.

“The last time you went on an actual date was like eight months ago with that smug douchebag of a district attorney. Anyway, tell me about your date for tonight.” “All I know at this point is that his name is Morgan Drake and he is most likely a doctor.” “A doctor you say? I’m intrigued. Anyway, I’m just happy that you are putting yourself out there. Who knows, it might lead to something.” “I wouldn’t hold my breath, big sis.” “You could simply not go to this dinner and save your energy.” “True but I’m a woman of my word. Before I forget, I bought a little something for you and Elise. Give me a second,” said Maddison, going towards the car to pick it up.

He wasn't the only one because Elizabeth, who just came to call them for breakfast, heard it and froze in place. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, regaining her wits and averting her eyes from them. Mia didn't utter a word but rose to her feet and walked to Mason. As much as she didn't Mason. She also hated the idea of the woman touching Mason anyhow. When they both walked past her. Elizabeth felt Mason's hand brush against hers, sending an electric shiver throughout her body. She would rather not have breakfast with such a man. Elizabeth took her purse and decided to hold for a walk, or maybe see Skylar at the bar to pass some time and check on Mason's background.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

Rebekah moved closer to him, making sure their arms are touching before she continued eating. * MORGAN'S PLACE* Morgan is standing in front of her wardrobe, staring at the dress she and Lizzy twinned with. Sadness swirled in her eyes as she stared, and she slowly took the gown. She hugged it to her chest. "Lizzy" She muttered in disappointment. She walked to the disposal bowl and threw the gown inside, then she went back to her bed was about to climb up when the door barged open, and her foster mother came in.

Daryl let out a laugh, bringing his hand up to Morgana's face, giving it a manipulative caress. - I've already taken care of that. Tomorrow you start as his secretary. The previous one drowned while practicing free-swimming. His ironic expression revealed everything. It was clear to Morgan that he had sent someone to kill the poor girl. She rolled her eyes at him and walked back to the table. She put down her glass and picked up the folder, opening it and looking once more at the photo. - I have no choice, do I? - No. It's either you or it's only a matter of time before everyone gets to us.

“What I find strange is how determined she seems never to meet Brandon in person.” “Strange,” Morgan echoed lightly. I laughed along, playing my part. “She values privacy. Or she’s just too busy.” Morgan smiled, clearly content with the answer, then glanced over his shoulder as someone waved him over. “Ah—family photos,” he said with a rueful chuckle. “Duty calls.” “Of course,” I said. He clapped me lightly on the shoulder before stepping away, already slipping back into the role of proud relative. I watched him disappear into the crowd, the sounds of conversation and laughter swelling back around us.

The receptionist, a woman with cold eyes and a tighter bun than hers, looked her up and down—twice. “Can I help you?” she asked, her tone clipped. “Lena Morgan,” she said politely. “I’m the new secretary for Mr. Damian Cross. Today’s my first day.” The woman tapped a few keys. “Thirteenth floor. First door to your right.” “Thank you.” The elevator ride felt longer than it was. Her phone buzzed just as the doors began to close. Evan. She answered quickly. “Hey, I forgot to tell you—I made it.”