Books By James Patterson Novels & Stories

Steve’s POV It was nice to relax and do something normal without feeling like I had to be careful. Chad seemed to finally relax into the game as well. I hate keeping things from him, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship over this. Now I had faith that everything would work out and our friendship would survive. When James arrived home, I watched his reaction as Megan dragged him upstairs. I also noticed his backpack and that it looked like he had something large and heavy in there like an old book. So that was why he went back to the pack. I wonder if he told his brother why he wanted the book. I was good friends with Todd. I know that he is a fan of the legendary wolves. He will have been th

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

Lately, they only talk like this—in angry whispers in the middle of the night, thinking we can’t hear. “You barely got here, and you’re already packing again?” Dad’s voice rises a bit. “It’s just for three days,” Mom replies. “The book fair in Chicago…” “Which, coincidentally, is where James is this week.” The silence that follows is heavy. It’s always that way when someone mentions James’s name. “Don’t start,” Mom finally says. “Why won’t you tell me what’s really going on?” Another pause. Then footsteps on the stairs make me rush back to bed. I pretend to be asleep when the bedroom door opens.

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.”

The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.” I offer a smirk of my own. “Right. And James Patterson actually still writes all his own novels.” Cassie grins. “You’re a literary snob. Aren’t you?” I wave her off, playing the game. “And you my dear are like the rest of your poor, deprived generation: You lack taste, Cassie. Taste.” “Oh.” She tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.”

Hell there wasn't any kind of industry any more. My fascination with Jake had started about four years ago, shortly after my fascination with the army started. I was sure, that they were our best shot at creating a life outside of these walls, and damn if I wasn't sick of living inside these wall. I smiled slightly at my secret, a secret that only my best friend Matt knew.

I was also able to go to school while Patricia enrolled in Emmanuel High School. Our teacher allowed me to have a particular project. He asked me to tell in front of the class about the novel written by Mantus Taylor entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime.’ “Good morning to all of you, I am here to discuss the bestselling novel in the world entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’” I started to talk to them. “Who among you know Mantus Taylor, the author of the said literature?” I asked, but none of them raised their hand to answer my question. It only meant they were not studying hard.