Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

Sorry for having not updated for si long guys 😩😩. I had some issues but everything is settled now, so update will be coming everyday. please #vote#

Morgan hears through his Bluetooth while talking to someone else. "Well, I am ready for whatever they want. I just want Ivan. Nothing else," Mr. Morgan replies. "I assure you, Mr. Morgan, Ivan will come to your doorstep to marry your daughter. I will break him very badly and will leave him out of nowhere. Then that greedy bastard will absolutely reach you for your precious daughter," the person says from the other side. "He isn't weak, Damon. He is powerful. Don't underestimate his power. He is only 26 years old but has 80 years of experience. He knows what to use at what time," Mr. Morgan says, hearing the person's chuckle.

The room also has two matching black velvet couches with similar button tufting on them sitting on both sides of the room with a dark espresso French coffee table directly across them both. Barely making it behind the desk, I hear someone knocking on the door. -"Come on in." I instruct before sitting down and taking a deep breath. -"Morning, boss!" Morgan says with her cheerful personality. Morgan Bates is my pack's Gamma. She is relatively young, 21 years old, to be exact. She has earned her Gamma position with hard work and dedication. Both her parents are regular members of the pack, but Morgan always stood out from the crowd. She might not have immense strength, but I tell you, this fiv

Moana “She’s with me.” The bouncer whipped around to face the man standing on the stairs. I stood there, my eyes wide, as I realized that the man who was mysteriously helping me get into the bar was the same man who had almost hit me with his car on the street and then promptly threw me a wad of cash like I was a beggar: Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I considered just turning around and leaving, but before I could, Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me.

"What are you studying at Sarton University?" "Economics," Dante answered, his voice clear and confident. "Majoring in finance, minoring in mathematics." "What's your GPA?" "Three point nine," he said without boasting, simply stating the fact. "Family background?" Dante's expression darkened, pain flashing through his eyes. "My father passed away three years ago. My mother is currently receiving treatment at the hospital. I have a younger sister in high school. My family has a lot of debt, mainly from the medical expenses."

“Henceforth, you and your affliction will have no rights over Morgan construction, I’ll pay, of course” “How much?” “Name your price” “It’s not about money” “What do you want? Property? Gems?” “Our world is about power, what would people say to learn we have lost a foothold like Morgan Construction, we funded it in the early stages for this purpose, it’s not nice to back out because it no longer pays you” “Your deal is with David Morgan, not me” “Sins of the Father” My lips parted and his hand tightened around my thigh. “And I’m happy to wipe clean of that debt”

"It feels like betrayal. Living well while he…" "While he lives under the protection of a full pack, wanting for nothing material?" Morgan's eyes were knowing. "I researched extensively while you slept. Theo Silvermoon is the pampered grandson of the Alpha family. He has everything except his true mother." The words stung because they were true. "He doesn't know I exist anymore." "Which is why you need to become someone unforgettable." Morgan poured tea, the domestic action contrasting with her predatory grace. "Tell me…what do you think power is?"

Later, as my grandmother dozed in her favorite chair, I slid my access card across the table to Uncle Rob. "Uncle, please take this," I urged quietly. He recognized it immediately—the card for my Emergency Fund Account. His eyes widened as I initiated the transfer of $70 million into his pack's accounts. "Grace, no," he protested, his voice trembling with shame. "I can't keep taking your money." I knew this wasn't the first time I'd helped the Morgan Pack financially. My accumulated wealth from past healing successes and shrewd investments made before my mating had sustained them through several crises.

"Since you are clear of the advantages this partnership can bring you, for what reason are you acting so egotistical Mr. Morgan?" "I think you are the one that is acting pompous. We settled the meeting at 10Am however here you are at 11 0' clock. What does this mean?" Mr. Morgan asked with an ugly grin. "There's just something single I might want to say. If you're keen on teaming up with us, you have to simply consent to the deal. And if you don't, we will search for another accomplice. The executive President of Vertex organizations, Liam Kingston, is as of now sitting tight for me to consent to his proposed deal."