Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

He had outrun some of them and was now catching up with the beta's daughter and Callum who's on the lead. "Morgan!" He immediately stopped running and turned to look by the training barracks and waved when he saw Patricio, their packs' zeta. "Go ahead!" He called out to the wolves before he ran back to the barracks to meet with their zeta. Patricio had his arms wide opened as he watched the twenty-four-year-old Morgan approached. He was the one who trained Morgan ever since he was nineteen. While everyone condemns him for not being able to turn, Morgan was working hard to prove everyone wrong.

Harrington was but from the look of it, it wasn't pretty. Mr. Morgan stands up to give a speech. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for being here today to extend a hand of your support and my family and I truly appreciate the presence and support of our families, friends and business partners all in one room.” Mr. Morgan proudly states.

His jaw was still locked, arms still crossed. “No amount of cereal is going to cover the stench of alcohol coming off you.” I growled. “We are leaving in a half hour. I want you to gather as much as you can on Morgan, on her ‘Papa’.” “I don’t need to Alpha.” I looked up at Bryan from my bowl. “Her ‘Papa’ is Morgan Russo, the head of the Italian Vampire Mafia. Head of the Supernatural Mercenary Guild and one rich motherfucker.” I choked down a little cereal. “I’m sorry, the Morgan Russo is the owner of a club? Why do I find that hard to believe?”

"I'll take my leave now. Goodbye." "Goodbye." The car left. Sherry stared at the car for a long time. She said, "That car of his seems to be the only one that was manufactured in the world." "Really?" "Who was that man? You called him Mr. Morgan?" she asked curiously. "That's the one I told you about back then. Cedric and I are working on a huge project. Mr. Morgan's the sponsor and the one collaborating with Carl." "So he's the low-profile billionaire who spent billions of dollars on this project?"

“So what about you? I didn't see you bidding.” He scoffed lightly. “Empowering victims of domestic abuse? I'm not a fan of all that," he said, his expression darkening slightly. "My presence is enough gracing." “Uh,” I trailed off, my eyes shifting to the big screen on the stage. “Really?” I asked, my tone laced with surprise. Top contributors: - Lucas Stone: $200,000,000 (anonymous) - Jane Doe: $180,000,000 - John and Emily Chen: $250,000

"I'm going to sleep, Morgan." "Okay, you go to sleep first," said Morgan, gently stroking Anita's head. Anita felt warm in his embrace; there was indeed something strange about it. She couldn't imagine what would happen next. "Aren't you going to sleep?" Anita asked Morgan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll just stay with you," Morgan said softly. Anita nodded with a faint smile. She finally closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Morgan just looked at his wife's face with a faint smile. Now all his plans were almost complete. He had deactivated Prayoga from the company, only his father was left.

“I’m Morgan. You must be Mila.” She didn’t answer. Just looked at him with her fiercest scowl, lips pressed tight. Morgan chuckled softly, undeterred. “You don’t have to be mad at your dad,” he said. “He’s doing this because he loves you. I promise you won’t even know I’m here most of the time. I’ll just be your shadow, okay?” Still no reaction. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I happened to find this lying around, and I don’t really have anyone to give it to.”

“How bad is it?” “Very bad that it may soon affect yours. I am getting calls from the investors in Michigan and—” “Holy shit,” I blurted. “Figure out a solution to this and just get back to me.” I dropped the call and dug my fingers through my thick black hair. “Morgan,” Liam called and I looked at him. “Just tell Taters to get me my fucking money.” “You’ve not been listening to me,” he countered. “The Taters are bankrupt as well. They have no way to pay back your money but they have the solution we may need.”

As someone who has your best interests at heart, I humbly suggest that you rethink your investment in the Morgan’s Group current projects, especially since they have an enormous financial deficit that needs to be filled immediately. She scheduled it to send in another ten minutes and then scheduled another message to send to another number. She left the phone in the car and went to the meetup room. Penelope was already waiting; she stared at her in surprise but Liora merely winked at her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Morgan,” Mr Lancaster said and Liora shook hands, giving him a tight smile. “Thank you Mr Lancaster for meeting up with me. I know that your time is precious and so I don

Morgan sighed, admitting something he couldn't remember ever telling anyone else “I didn't have the courage. Because I had had enough of his indifference, I didn't need or want him to look down on me for ruining his entire investment company, since I was the only available heir. But beyond all that... I was hopeful that if I became a successful investor like him and made him proud... Then we could finally be real father and son. Maybe he would finally open up to me. “So, I tried my hardest during every moment of every day, until I was 26 years old, to prove to him that I deserved that post. That I was the son he wanted to have and that I deserved him to act like a father to me… like he used