Novels by Morris Blue

Clyde NielsenEver since I was a kid, I have always thrived on routine and something familiar to me. I'm not too fond of changes. Changes scared me because of all the damage that came into my life caused by changes.After surrendering my title at 15, I had to move to America and start a new life here. I was struggling with many things and had no one to go to. I had no friends. I had no family. I had nothing.Leaving Denmark was easy, and it was something that I would never regret. I would never change a thing about it, but one thing that I would change was that I should have brought Luna with me, or maybe I should have rekindled our friendship.She's such a sunshine.After working so hard day and night and earning enough money, the first thing that I did was send people to find her. I hired four people in total to give me information about Luna. I don't fucking care if she labeled me a stalker once she knew that I did, but I can't help but do it."Can I ask you something?" She waved a

Luna MorrisI always thought living outside of London would take me a lot of time to adapt, but surprisingly I adjusted pretty fast. I love every single inch of it. The city, itself, is busy, and I find myself feeling more secure when there are a lot of people around.I love going around the city to find inspiration. After having lots of transitions from texture painting to regular one, I found it very calming to be able to do both. I thought it would be hard to find myself and my color here, but I'm surprisingly doing much better than when I was in London.The only concern that I have is the man who is standing in front of me.Clyde Nielsen.He's busy checking the cameras, and he brought in a new inspection team to make sure.When he came here 30 minutes ago, I was stunned to see him. He came unannounced and caught me off guard for being so incredibly handsome. He's wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. It fit his muscular body perfectly, and I think it's a crime

Luna Morris"Why didn't you tell me that you know Clyde Nielsen?" Ever since Clyde left, Daisy couldn't stop asking about Clyde. I shook my head, letting her know I didn't want to discuss him.Not now, not later, and certainly not ever."Fine. Fine, I'll stop..." Daisy shut her mouth briefly and then, "Do you know who he is, though?""Daisy, I don't want to know," I said as I walked towards the fridge, taking a jug of cold water. Daisy was pouting as she threw herself onto the sofa. She's looking at you, annoyed."He called you butterfly." She said, mumbling, but it was enough for me to hear her. You poured the water into a glass and took a couple of sips."Drop it," I said, and she pouted again. Still holding my glass of water, I walked toward the sofa and sat beside her."I'm curious..." She whispered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He was my childhood friend, our friendship ended decades ago. Since then, I swore not to appear in front of him again.""Well... You should have

Luna MorrisI opened my eyes after dreaming about a man with a dimple on his left cheek. Turning my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morning. I can hear the coffee machine outside, so it means Daisy is up and awake now.I got out of bed, opening the door like a mad woman, ready to rant everything to her."D, you won't believe— AAAAAAAA!" I screamed when I saw Clyde standing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns the place. I even pinched myself to see if this was a dream or reality.Clyde Nielsen is standing in my kitchen with all his glory, still in his grey Armani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy compared to last night, but that's about it. He's still as handsome as I remembered."Where's Daisy?" I asked him in a careful tone as I walked toward my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidating, and last time, I remembered, our relationship ended tragical

Luna Morris"I still can't believe that you're here!" Daisy clapped her hands proudly. I grabbed my shot glass, giving her a nod before inhaling the sting liquid.I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol burning my throat. "I can't believe it either." You let out a long sigh. "It still feels like a dream."Daisy put down her shot glass, grabbed both of my hands and held it tightly like I was on the cliff's edge. "I'm so proud of you.""Me too.""Did you contact your grandparents?" She asked as she released her grip on my hands. You nodded at her and turned your head to the bartender, asking for another shot."I did.""What did they say?""That they will visit me next month and that they're hoping for me to make lots of new friends." The bartender put a new shot in front of me, my fingers reached for it, but Daisy stole it."Hey!""I'm the only friend you need, instead of making new friends. You should find a boyfriend." She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a teasing look. Her eyes then s

Ares YoungI love it when she thinks she can get rid of me by mentioning her brother, who is never in the picture. If that's the case, I would say getting rid of him will be easy. Besides, I don't think he cares about his sister. He fucking dumped her decades ago.My attention fell on her beautiful grey eyes. Very fucking rare. Now, those eyes are not only filled with fear but also lust.I'm sure she has zero idea that her body was betraying her by grinding shamelessly against my hand. She was so wet that I could smell it before I touched her."Please let me go..." She whispered. I guess her brain and her body decided to betray each other today."Ares." She moaned as I put two fingers inside of her. I knew instantly that it had been a while since she had sex. Her walls were tight, and she felt pleasure as I moved slowly. From clawing her nails into my skin, she trailed her hands to my shoulder, moving her body to ride my fingers.I thrust in and out of her fast, building her orgasm qu

Leila MorrowI just got fired. Not only me but the whole team.Ares wasn't playing about it, was he? I was looking at the new camera that I just bought with the money that he gave me yesterday when I got a call from Jaz."We're fired, Leila. I don't know why; they plan to change the whole team." I didn't say anything, and I can't.I sat on the bench in the middle of the park, debating what I should do next to solve this.My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out, hoping it would be Poppy so I could cry my heart out, but it was a text from the crazy man instead.Ares: New camera, wildcat?This man dares to talk to me after making my life hell. I blocked his number and put my phone inside my bag. Another vibration from my phone. It has to be Poppy this time.Ares: If you dare to block me again, I'll fucking kill you.I blocked his second number and walked back to my apartment. My brain tried to process what had happened because it felt like a movie. Yesterday, I was fine and happy despite

Leila MorrowMy mom once told me not to believe strangers because they never have good intentions. I put on my dress, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the locker after Ares told me he would kill me and had changed his mind.I kept looking back to see if he was following me, but he didn't.I took a cab and went straight home. When I entered my apartment, I closed all the windows and locked the doors. I was so scared that I didn't think I could sleep later at night.I was pacing back and forth in my living room, trying not to break down. My body slowly betrayed me, and I threw myself on the sofa, my eyes slowly closing. My phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, and I got up to check because it could be Poppy or Jaz.Unknown number: Did you get home safely, wildcat?Ares YoungAfter sending Leila the text message, I threw my phone to the table and showered. That woman decided to drench me with two cups of Coke, which caused my body to feel sticky like I had just showered with sugar.Long j

Leila MorrowI am usually good at controlling my anger, but not today.I don't care if I'm embarrassing myself for my actions, but this is not my first time encountering someone like him. The difference is that his reaction was something that I didn't expect.He didn't even budge from his seat or even bother to look in my direction. He closed his eyes, and before he could react, I planned to run away, but he caught my forearm without looking at me. He pulled me to sit on an empty chair beside him that was already wet from the coke that I threw on him.His grip on my skin burned me, and my ass turned cold because of the coke. I tried to pull my arm away from him, but his grip was too firm for me even to slip.He got up and dragged me up.People saw the scene, but none of them said a word or even tried to help me. I wanted to kick him, which only made him turn to me.His eyes landed on my ID, which I always have wrapped around my neck. He kept dragging me, and when he found the nearest

Leila MorrowI'm a workaholic, and I need help.That statement has been going into my mind lately. I usually work four to five days a week, from ten to twelve hours. As a sports photographer, I must always be ready because everything happens simultaneously, and you can only choose one specific scene to shoot.That's why there are at least four sports photographers in a game.Lately, I've been taking more shifts because Poppy was sick. She got into an accident recently that caused her to break her ankle.She was skateboarding. Yeah, I know.That's why I've been doing her work and mine. I've been going to the stadium daily to take photos of the players, the game, the practice, and even the mascots. Adding the fact that I've been working for twelve days straight without rest.I'm a living zombie, and today is my last shift for the week.Jaz gave me four days off because I looked tired and always worked extra to fill Poppy's place. Poppy thanked me and promised to treat me to a nice dinne