Novel & Cerita Fantastic Fiction James Patterson

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

I sighed in relief and slumped back in my spot. “They give me the creeps,” I said, rubbing my tummy. James chuckled. “My little kitten is afraid of the big bad wolves.” I snorted. “They’re not the big bad wolves, James. They’re just little foxes. But they still give me the creeps.” He placed his hand over mine, over my tummy, and started rubbing my skin. “They won’t dare do anything stupid.” I nodded. James Maxwell was a ruthless billionaire, and oddly enough, I felt safe knowing that. Safe because he could do so many things normal people couldn’t do. Safe because with one word from him, those guys would be in deep shit.

For the first time, he felt a strong urge to speak with Sarah, but he did not know what to say. “Did Charlotte confess?” he asked. “That has nothing to do with you.” James moved his lips, but he still could not help reminding her, “I know I’m no longer qualified to warn you about anything, but be careful of Nick Paterson. He works for Aaron Hernandez.” Just then, Zachary walked over and looked at James impatiently. He had only gone to the director’s office for a short while. How had this man suddenly appeared? “Mr. Chancer. What a coincidence,” he said with a cold laugh.

Of course it's a James Patterson. "I didn't take you for Patterson man." I lean back on the couch readjusting myself and opening my Kindle again. This could work. A girl must always keep hope. Hudson shrugs, sitting back in the chair. He tosses his feet up on my coffee table and gets comfy. "Some of his plot points aren't so far-fetched. Now shhhh," he shooshes me with one finger across his lips. "I got into a good part on the plane."

Between dealing with an asshole all day and holding my breath when I go home, hoping my landlord doesn’t come over to demand the rent balance, this is the only time I feel any semblance of peace. The fact that my boss is the subject of my imagination is troublesome, but if I don’t scribble inappropriate fantasies, I will end up drawing cartoon pictures of him dying all sorts of horrible deaths. I hate to wish ill on anyone, even my worst enemies. I’m in the middle of writing what would happen if I accidentally dropped a pen in his office and bent down to pick it when I hear footsteps. Rhys stops in front of my desk just as I use a folder to conceal my notebook. “We need to talk.”

“What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?” "I haven't read in a while. I like thrillers. Lee Child, James Patterson, Stephen King." He tells us as he reaches and takes a piece of steak. "Have you read Harlan Coben? He writes some amazing thrillers like Drop Shot, One False Move, and Tell No One." I'm in my element now. This is safe ground, I love talking about books. I love almost every genre out there. I'll give anything a go once. Indie authors are my favorite as their work is so unique, it's like a diamond in the rough.

“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.”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped. "Come on, I'll drive you home," "Thanks." James dropped me home and returned to the station. I knew he spent a lot of his free time there. He wanted to be a cop one day, too. And who better to learn the ropes from than your sheriff dad? As soon as I walked into the living room, I could sense something was different. There was an extra coat at the door, one that wasn't there when I left in the morning. I spent most of my time in the room, so the living room was usually neat. This evening, it was cluttered. There were files spread out on the table, and a brown bag rested on the couch.

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.