Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

How dare Wobble use him as a shield? Yondu turned to Chad and grinned. "My offer still stands. Are you willing to sell it?" Chad had not expected Yondu to be so focused on the Blood Ganoderma Lucidum. He sneered, "Sorry, but I'm not selling it!" Chad was about to leave. As he turned around, he noticed a familiar face among the crowd. It was Morgan! Morgan appeared dazed, like he had been hypnotized. He moved behind a group of people like a puppet.

"Please, Morgan, if you do not help me out, then be ready to watch me commit suicide as I cannot be an old man's sex slave…" "So what do we do? Where do I get such money from? I only have 3 million dollars in my account, and with your beauty, they will start bidding from 20 million dollars. How am I supposed to outbid that?" Morgan demanded, and I asked, "Can't you ask your Dad? He works for Henshaw groups as the company's manager. Please…"

He didn’t slam anything or shout, but the message was clear: ‘His patience had finished in that hall. The moment he stepped away, Mrs. Morgan turned straight to me. “Mellisa,” she said softly—so softly it almost didn’t match her usual personality. “I or the company don’t even have 600 billion to repay the investor. You are the only one who can help the Morgan Group at the moment.” I blinked once and then twice. Her sudden gentleness was almost irritating. “You could have had the money,” I replied calmly before she could start sugarcoating anything again, “but your son set fire to everything you built which I was part of the establishing process, big time.”

Morgan: [I don't understand the life of rich people.] Heartless Rogue: [Isn't your family pretty rich too? I heard that you are a famous big shot in Brookville.] Morgan: [My family has money, but it's under my father's control! He didn't give me a penny. Why do you think I established Emeraldshade Forum on my own at such a young age? Why do I need to do such a pitiful and shady small business, boohoohoo…]

"You...!" "Miss Vogt, am I right? Morgan's ability is obvious to all. Over the years, he has supported the Blackstorm family alone and made the Blackstorm family grow stronger. Does he need to borrow the influence of the Vogt family? I don’t know, I hope you can educate me!”

He paused, then looked at me with a mocking smile. “And if you’re hoping my uncle Chris will stop this,” he sneered, “then you’re naïve. He can’t stop you from becoming Luna. Your father’s greatest wish is for you to take that position, and he has the full support of the Elders’ Council. Chris alone cannot change anything.” My head lowered, and for a moment, silence stretched between us. I heard his footsteps moving away, and panic rose in my chest. Before he could leave, I forced out the question that had haunted me for years.

"Thank's. You make me sound like a fucking loser." Morgan gets up, walks over, and sits next to me on the loveseat. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. "Sorry, that's what I'm telling Skeet to get him comfortable. He's a paranoid little fucker and I have to make sure I keep up the dumb blond act. So, that's the plan. Questions?" "Where do I look?" Morgan Shrugs, "I have no fucking idea. It's in this building, that's all I know. So, you in? We share the proceeds."

“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.

"I have the potential to be that woman. I want to be the Luna. I want the throne and the respect that comes with it. You can never give me those things, Morgan. You're not the heir. You have no path to that kind of power." Morgan shook his head. He looked like he was in physical pain. Like I was hitting him with a club. Over and over. But he didn't turn away. He took a step forward. His face was full of a deep, desperate look. Morgan patiently explained he was diligently learning to manage pack affairs. Had already made progress. Asking me to be patient with him. He spoke with great focus. Energy. Trying to show me he was changing.

I don’t mind not having a surname, especially from the trash ex-father of mine. Your asset? Asset your *ss. You should at least label me as your partner or business partner. I’m not some disposable sh*t you can just throw away the time you found someone. Because I’m your partner that will retire after you find someone you’ll… I dunno? Maybe you’ll fall in love some other time and if that time comes? I’ll be free and leave that sh*tty attitude of yours. “Of course, Mr. Morgan.” As if I’ll fall for someone weird like him. He’s a weird person anyway. He’s a weird person saying weird remarks that made him more weird. What a weirdo.