Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

It was the ever introvert and shy Morgan that spoke, handing me a beer. “Look, Alpha… We are here for you, even if we don't fully understand or support the decision. You can count on us, as always,” That comment coming from Morgan was pure gold… He is a ruthless warrior, loyal as hell, and a man of very few words. It made me feel somehow, that even if I was counting the hours until my personal inferno unfolded, someone had my back. I raised the beer and motioned them to a toast. “Thanks guys…” then I gulped down the beer in one go. I needed to numb the emptiness and dread that I felt inside me.

"He is the third richest person in the world, number one in our country, and number one as the youngest entrepreneur in the world. Metronoma Group is the main company and he has more than a hundred branch companies operating in various fields throughout the world. His name is, Morgan James Gray, eleventh descendant of the noble Gray family." Leroy choked, looking at Morgan's profile picture smiling at him.

So when Morgan decided to terminate her contract, the agent resolved to stand by her through thick and thin. “Then I’ll rest easy,” I said. “Since you’re going solo, you need to make a strong start. You can’t afford to be short on funds. I’ll transfer some money to you later. You’re not allowed to refuse, or we’re done.” She laughed bitterly. “I knew you’d say that. Go ahead and transfer it. Worst case, I’ll make you a shareholder!” “Like I need your measly shares?” “But if you become a shareholder, I won’t charge you interest on the money!”

"Bobby, I'm really at the end of my rope. I just need to borrow a hundred bucks..." "A hundred bucks? I don't have a single cent for you!" Bobby snapped immediately. "Grace, get it through your head. We have no relationship. I can't lend you money, and Mr. Morgan doesn't want me to lend you money either. I've already told you, Mr. Morgan has decided to cut ties with you. Do you not understand English?"

“We’ve tried to keep up, but it’s not feasible anymore. The team is burning out, and we can’t keep prioritizing this one project at the expense of everything else.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I get where you’re coming from. But…” He hesitated for a moment. “You know Morgana has put a lot of funding into this. More than enough to cover the extra time and effort. She’s a high-profile client, and as much of a headache as she is, she’s important for the company’s reputation.” I felt my heart sink. But I knew what he was saying. Morgana was very influential at the moment, and keeping her happy would reflect well on Urban Next, no matter how unreasonable her deman

“Proof that she wasn’t acting alone. Morgana had partners—people who helped fund her side projects. The same people who backed Thomas Klein at Serenity.” My heartbeat quickened. “You’re certain?” She nodded. “I didn’t understand what I was looking at until I showed it to my lawyer. There are bank transfers, encrypted messages… names that shouldn’t be there. Politicians. Investors. People still walking free.” I stared down at the envelope, my pulse loud in my ears. “Why give this to me?” She swallowed. “Because I can’t fix what she did. But maybe I can help you finish what she started—by bringing down everyone who helped her.”

Everything Grayson Taylor, sitting in his office three floors up, fighting his own battles, would never know he made her feel. Later that afternoon - Grayson's Office Grayson stared at his computer screen, Morgan's increasingly unhinged emails filling his inbox. She was spiraling, but her threats could be a problem. He pulled up his phone and dialed Nate. his best friend who owned the security company. "Tell me you have something on Morgan," he said without preamble. "Hello to you too," Nate's dry voice came through. "And yes, I do. She's broke. Spent everything. Has creditors circling. The breach of contract threat is because she needs money."

She dangled the phone mockingly before smashing it onto the concrete floor. The screen shattered. Not satisfied, she ground her stiletto into the wreckage, reducing it to fragments. My restraint snapped, rage boiling over, but Morgan reveled in it. "You're not just paying $500,000; you're going to grovel at my livestream, begging for forgiveness. Nobody messes with Morgan Lamb." The name hit like a thunderbolt. Weeks ago, I'd glimpsed a heart emoji with a "Mo" on Nick's lock screen. When I asked, he dismissed it as a client. Now the truth was undeniable.

I said to him in disbelief. "No," Morgan replied backing away. "You thought I was some product you can buy. I am Morgan Perry and everyone knows that I work in order to earn something significant. Giving me big cash will not change it." He rose from his couch. "I have worked with Caspian as his employee. He is a very ruthless man. He built that empire by spilling blood and making everyone believe he is untouchable. You cannot defeat a man like that without an insider." "Then what do you suggest?" I asked.

She leaned in, voice soft. “Your largest seed funder asked to remain anonymous,” she said. “But I figured you’d want to know…” She slid a folded card into my hand. Simple. Cream-colored. Thick stock. My heart thudded as I opened it. Morgan Blackstone. I hadn’t seen her in months. Not since her visit at the Local Food Program . Not since the silence. Her name hit harder than any donation total. Inside, the card read: For the girls who remind me of the fire I missed in myself.