Novel & Cerita Little Misfortune Morgo

“What makes you think it’ll go wrong?” Morgan’s eyes, persistent even after a day’s exhaustion, were sharp and blue as broken bottles. “Because it always does,” she said. “And these people—they’re brittle, but they look to you. If you’re gone, this place turns feral again in a minute.” Carolina almost laughed. She was nobody’s anchor. The weight of the river, the shifting alliances, the slow acid of loss—none of it bent to her command. But Morgan just looked at her, as if she’d already seen Carolina hoisting strangers from the river, sewing up stabs that should have killed, trading her own peace for a stranger’s hour of comfort.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

he said suddenly, with a familiar flicker of mischief in his eyes like he’s only few minutes from setting the tent ablaze. That was the Hawthorne I knew. The disorder from Silvercrest College. Somehow, seeing him in his usual annoying mood brought a strange fuzzy feeling to me, but I couldn’t stop the cautious anxiety that he wasn’t fully healed yet. “I’m awake. Walking. Even talking. Zella’s probably going to throw me out of this tent for being too pretty and loud.” I tried to protest, but he was already moving, shuffling to his feet. “Zelest—” He waved me off, taking a few careful steps before wobbling. “I’m fine, Moonfang.”

Duke got Fiona's text soon after he coaxed Sienna to sleep. The negotiations for alliance with the neighboring pack had already ended two days ago. But when he was returning to the Forest Pack, Sienna mentioned a famous tourist spot and dragged him along. Then, she accidentally fell off a cliff. When Duke saved her, she was clinging to him, crying in fear and refusing to let go, which postponed him further. It was daybreak when the text arrived, and he frowned, worried that it would wake Sienna.

Morgana was discussing with some parents when she noticed Genevieve walking towards her. It was a rare sight considering the face that she had been declared wanted by the police. Standing up to meet her, Morgana couldn't help but taunt her. It was her downfall she had come for. The downfall of the driver that had hit her mother. "Mrs Genevieve, or is it Miss? I do not know what title to refer you by, the news about the divorce is spattered all over the internet"

I was slowly walking round the table while they followed me with their eyes. “What does that have to do with the fact that you’re late,” the GM of their company stood up to me. “What’s your name?” I asked the man who caught my attention earlier and he replied with “Derek” so I stopped in my tracks. “Derek, you’re obviously new so you wouldn’t know but for your sake, I will move further since they’ve decided to live in denial,” “15 million dollars suddenly went missing from my company’s records,” I stopped to look at their already uncomfortable GMs face.

The five of them were sucked into it and the cloud disappeared in an instant, leaving pink grains of sand floating in the air. They landed perfectly with Cia who was in Zeno's arms, then the three children who were on top of each other until Lave who was in the bottom position shouted an objection. They were all in Cia's room, which was still the same as before. Then, without warning, the door to the room opened wide and revealed Morgan with a haggard face. He walked quickly and immediately approached Cia who was now standing by Zeno's side. Morgan doesn't care about Zeno—Cia's husband—the woman he loves. So, when he arrived, he immediately hugged her so tenderly that he sobbed. Zeno knew so

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

My mind was so lost with everything that had happened I jumped when Morgan set the Miso soup down on the table in front of me. “Don’t bore a hole into the carpet, it’s my favorite one.” Morgan kissed my forehead and left me alone on the suite. I knew the club was in full swing on a Friday night. I sipped my miso soup. Once I finished it, I stepped away to put the bowl in the sink. I sat back down and proceeded with boring a hole into carpet. Every so often I would glance Logan’s chest, watching it rise and fall. I waited until the sun started to rise and I stood up, clasp my hands behind my back. The sun started streaming through the buildings and I watched the sunlight come up.