Derek Morgan Romane & Geschichten

Derek bowed and walked out. I didn’t count on him finding out much. He wasn’t Simon. My former Beta had an eye for details that everyone else missed. He paid attention and knew how to stay in the shadows, unnoticed. Derek… wasn’t that. He was one of my best soldiers, but not a match for my old friend. The same way Morgan wasn’t a match for Jenn. No matter how much I’d tried to convince myself she was.

His voice trailed off as guilt took his words. Morgan grabbed his collar. "We treated you like our own son and gave you everything. What did you do to Samuel?" Derek dropped the act, shoving her away and spitting. "What did I do? You pushed him to his death. I just helped things along. He told you he was sick over and over, didn't he? And you wouldn't believe him. It's funny that you'd rather trust a stranger like me than your own kid. I should thank you for all these years. A little lie here, a tantrum there, and I could get you to beat him up or give me whatever he never got."

Good. Decker stood at the top of the stairs with Tony half a step behind him. He did not miss the fact that Morgan looked as composed as ever, as though nothing of consequence had happened during his stay beyond a ceremony and a few political discussions. That, more than anything, reminded Decker how dangerous the older Alpha could be. Morgan clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at Decker. “You move quickly,” he said. It was not quite praise. Not quite a criticism. Just observation sharpened into a test.

The grand doors open and Colfre enters her room, in his hands is a tray of letters. “My queen, reports of the drought affecting the people in the borders came in. The farmers plead for your grace’s help.” Colfre acts as if nothing happened inside the bathhouse. He is now dressed in another set of fresh clothes, clad in his armor. He still looks handsome as he always is. Morrigan dismissed the servants who helped her dress. Colfre went to her side and put the tray on the ottoman. Morrigan reached for it and started to read its content. It was signed by hundreds of families from the borders of Hymir, signed by blood calling for her help to alleviate or reach her grace to them as they struggle

She really didn’t want to say anything bad to Morgan but there would be no way around it if Morgan kept pushing her with her eagerness, and when Kaitlyn did it once, the other times would come easily. “I didn’t imagine that you would end up getting married to Derek, and I heard you work at Jules corporation now.” “Which also means you have heard about how I am an adopted daughter of the Moore family and we didn’t even get along well,” Kaitlyn said coldly, and the smile on Morgan’s lips slowly dropped. “Ah… I didn’t mean to annoy you, I was just trying to—”

Morgan walked into The Karston Foundation Friday morning with the goal of getting Jacqui Karston out on a date. He had been dwelling about it since Wednesday afternoon, and finally decided to just go for it. His life needed some challenge in it, at the moment. It was going to be a risk, of course, keeping her from running to Neal about his inappropriate employee, but that was part of the game. It was a rush to do what you know you shouldn't do. Besides, with Dustin back in Orlando and Erin, his usual distraction, not around, he needed something new to keep him entertained. Morgan didn't do boredom too well. He didn't do it at all, actually.

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

she covered her mouth. Oh my god! She’s so damn dramatic. I can’t stand girls like that. “I was just telling Darien, someone should come to take care of the remains and contact the authorities. After all, hunting is prohibited here,” I said, turning my attention to the director, Mr. Moors. “I’ll call that lazy groundskeeper to take care of it. I’ll handle dealing with the authorities,” Mr. Moors stated, taking out a cell phone. I guess that makes sense.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.