Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

“He’s the top spelling artist in his age group. Guy can sing, dance, play piano, guitar—everything. He’s like...a god.” Hamilton Morgan. I’d heard his name more times than I could count thanks to Daniel. He was obsessed. Posters of Morgan were plastered all over his room like sacred icons. He has been a huge fan of Morgan's music since he first heard it two years ago. He knows all of Morgan’s songs by heart and follows him on all social media platforms. If there was a prize for the biggest Morgan's fan, then Daniel would be the winner. He even styled his hair like Morgan’s. “Do you know what label he’s signed to?” Mum asked curiously.

Navia finally asked. “Marcus Morgan is from Harbor City,” Joanna explained seriously. “He’s the Morgan family’s only heir. Basically their crown prince. He came to Kingsley this time to oversee a major project. A few days ago, Chairman Crawford happened to save his life at Lovelock Bridge. Because of that, the Morgan family signed a multi-billion-dollar partnership with Crawford Corporation and even gave up fifty percent of the profits.” Navia’s expression immediately changed. “The Morgan family from Harbor City?!” Only now did she fully realize what kind of person Leonel had offended for her sake.

Claire returned a moment later, her expression unreadable. “What did he say?” I asked. “He knows Liam’s armed,” she replied. “He thinks Liam might flee if he feels too cornered. Or worse... he might not.” A chill swept through me. That wasn’t just fear. That was foreshadowing. _____ We met Morgan that evening. He looked older than ever—grief etched into every line of his face. Sadie’s death had taken something out of him. Etian’s had taken the rest. “I’ll fund the leak,” he said before we even sat down. “Whatever you need. I’m in.”

"Morgan created Victor's obsession with me. She weaponized him. Made him" "Made him exactly what she needed," Miguel said. "Someone so obsessed with you that he'd do anything to have you. Someone who would manipulate you. Frame Adrien. Destroy everything. All while keeping both of you distracted from what she was really doing." "Which was?" Adrien asked. "Building Apex into something unstoppable. Morgan didn't just want a criminal organization. She wanted a system. Something that would survive her. Something that controlled governments, markets, information, everything. And the biggest threat to that system was you."

“No risk, no return. The last time I wanted to sponsor your Siberian Butterflies, President Morgan beat me to it. I don’t want to miss out again this time!” Leo deliberately raised his voice. “What’s more, I trust your abilities. Morgan Group has been doing great financially since they started sponsoring Siberian Butterflies! Everyone has been praising President Morgan for having good judgment.” “Indeed. I heard my dad say that Siberian Butterflies has raked in profits over 15 million dollars before hitting the one-month mark of its launch. President Morgan really has a good eye for this.” Just then, Isla walked through the crowd and stopped next to Melanie, looking as though she was support

Morgan taps his mother's shoulders and smiles at her assuringly, "Don't worry, I'll handle the money problem. All I want from both of you is to stay healthy. I can't afford to see both of you falling sick as well." "Where are you going to get the money? Even if you work 24/7 for two months, you can't earn $800, 000 dollars." Mr Heirden interjects. His tone is hopeless, and seems anytime soon, he is going to cry again. "That is simply a suicide on your part." "I told you, money is not your concern. I'll have my own way. Give me a minute. I'll go talk to his doctor." Morgan kisses his mother's forehead and immediately goes to the door.

Morgan nodded, understanding its importance but also hoping it would help the old man get to the point sooner rather than later. “With that said, I expect that you will be in attendance this time around.” Morgan squirmed a little in his seat upon hearing those words. He had many reasons for not attending them, chief of which was the depression he was currently battling against. Morgan always limited the amount of time he spent interacting with people because he found it mentally taxing. He was an introvert by nature, preferring his own company to that of other people.

"I am M-" "Morgana Araton, and you are fucking incredible."

Morgan muttered to himself. His breathing was ragged, his emotions still unstable. He chose to go to the headquarters and take it out on his men by fighting. Whoever can beat him will be given one billion by him. Unmitigated, Morgan asked ten people to attack him with high abilities. "Attack me if you can! I'll give you 1 billion if you can beat me!" In reality, no one can match the fighting ability of the Lord Ruler. But Morgan still gave his men 500 million per person because he had battered them.