Author James Patterson Books Novels & Stories

"Alright, I did because you have the blood of a Patel. Your great-grandfather worked his butt off to get where he is." "Are you hearing yourself?" I glance around and find a couple of people staring at us. "If my great-grandfather started from the bottom to become the wealthiest man in India, then I also have faith in Liam. You are so judgmental." "Oh great, Ganesha, please convince this child to do the right thing." "Seema, I'm not Buddhist. I'm catholic, so I'll tell my god to shut your tramp." "Your attitude changed ever since that gaanu impregnated you with his seed."

Despite being a notorious rogue, he was impossibly sweet to his sisters. "Excellent." Letty grinned at her. "James, would you buy these for me?" She shoved the stack of books into his chest. He fumbled as he clutched at them. "I want to talk with Miss Beaumont." James's eyes twinkled as he looked at them. "You wish to talk about matters of a feminine nature, I assume?" He held Letty's books and began to turn around, but then Gillian caught his arm. "Oh, you have mine. I shall need to pay as well."

It almost didn’t feel real. “I’d need help,” I admitted. “Someone senior.” “I might know someone,” she said. “Former colleague. Smart, experienced, and looking for steady work.” We set up a meeting for the next morning. Monday morning, I met James Patterson. Fifty-two, calm, confident, and sharp. He’d spent twenty years in consulting before being laid off. “Why small businesses?” I asked. He smiled. “Because I’m done with corporate lies. I want to help people who actually care about their work. What you’ve built, Alex—it’s real. I want to be part of that.”

I know Jamaal, his threats are always carried out to the extreme. I wasn't comfortable staying in his room, it smelt of him and reminds me every of my encounter with him. I stood up and walked around his room, the neatness of his room still surprises me. A rack full of footballs was at the corner of the room and a little shelf was besides his study table. I walked towards the shelf, I was expecting to see the textbooks we use in school on the shelf, but I saw novels instead. Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker.

James was clearly unhappy with their sudden appearance. Cheryl was exceptionally annoyed by the old man’s words too, her face was filled with disgust. ‘What do you mean by ‘spinster’? ‘I just have high standards for men!’ James replied, “What brings you here, Wilson? What makes you think I’d welcome you at my doorstep? Were you banned from working in Michigan? Is that why?” This old man was Patrick Wilson, he had quite a history with James. The two used to be apprentices under a famous doctor, they were like godbrothers. James was older than Patrick, so became the older brother.

Just a comfort that came from surviving something and still wanting to be together. --- By noon, James was back home. He hurried to Luke first, hanging around his waist. "Did you miss me?" he asked. "Always," Luke said, lifting him up. And then James went to Amiriam. "Did you miss me more?" She smiled. "Way more." James inflated his chest. "Good. 'Cause I wrote you another story at Rita's." Luke raised an eyebrow. "Another?" "It's Amiriam and the Boy Who Knew Everything," James declared dramatically. "You're the queen and I'm the prince."

He nodded his head licking his lips slowly already angry. "Sir, someone is here to see you. "Amina informed him. "Who?" He asked with annoyance laced in his voice. Mr Patrick entered with a man and a woman walking behind him. "Good morning sir." James greeted standing up to his feet. "Please have a seat, do you want--? James asked as they sat down across from him. "I'm going to go straight to business, I would like you to work on the project I am working on if you are interested. " Mr Patrick said and James was excited.

Paz asked "As if he wants to eat me,as if I am his prey and he is a predator. You should have seen how he rubbed his hands on me earlier today." Angela muttered under her breath with her arms crossed on her chest "It's only your fantasies." Says Paz making a sneering remark, James St Patrick was known to be a womenizer alothough an infrequent one and Paz had heard that he prefers women with big asses which was something Angela lacked. 'Would you believe I neglected to put on my underpants as well?! It was really humiliating ." She responded

Michael leans across to look, shaking his head slightly but also smiling. ".... Asimov's 'The Gods Themselves', 'Fundamentals of Physics: Mechanics, Relativity, and Thermodynamics', 'The Complete Sherlock Holmes', Lovelock's 'Gaia', 'Pride and Prejudice'.... An eclectic mix." He opens a copy of what looks like a volume on astronomy, flicking through the pages and chuckling. "Have you considered specialising?" She snorts. "Specialisation is for insects...." James halts in his examination of the volume in his hand, frowning as he stares into space. "That's a quote, isn't it?"

I must. I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me. I blink in confusion. “Yes?” “Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar. Just like Mikolaj fuckin Josef, this man is scary. Not in looks, but in personality.