House Of Anubis Patricia Novels & Stories

he revealed. My eyebrow shot up immediately. “That’s bad news,” I remarked simply, and I fought the urge to lose my composure. “Well, at the very least, did you find the thing?” Anubis shook his head and his black, curly hair waved out around him. “No, Your Majesty,” he admitted. “But I managed to find something in the house. It was hidden deep within a drawer. I believe it’s something important.”

He was surprisingly good looking, for a god of thieves. He finally let go of my hand, and there was another beautiful woman I'd noticed, she was young, like Hera, but older than Athena and the rest. She wore a green sleeved dress, and her eyes were green, the kind of green healthy plants had, her hair, golden. Then it dawned on me. She was "Demeter!" I blurted out. Persephone's mother. She nodded, giving my shoulders a light pat. Since I'd come to recognize every single gods in the room, I still had one more question.

“Astrid? Holy shit.” “Disappointed?” “Nah, this is way more entertaining.” She stepped aside to let me in, yelling over her shoulder, “Mother, you’re gonna want to see this.” Patricia appeared from the living room wearing yoga pants and a wine glass, which was pretty much her signature look. “Astrid! Sweetheart! I’ve been so worried, come in, come in.” The house looked like Patricia had robbed a furniture store and bought everything in the “expensive but tasteless” section. White leather couches, gold-framed mirrors, and a chandelier that was trying way too hard to look expensive.

I read and turned the page but the part about Cora was finished, and it continued about her dark sister, Petra. “That’s it?” Nick asked, frowning. “Yeah,” I sighed. Nick growled and ran his fingers through his hair. “This is useless.” “Hey, guys,” Annie said, looking at the book she was holding in her hands. “It says here that Victor had a close personal assistant. She was his right hand, and she traveled the country to gather more followers for him.” “It was probably Cora,” I sighed. “No,” Annie said and shook her head. “It says here her name was Patricia Jones.”

Jeff reached up and gently touched her hand. “Angelie,” he said. She looked down at him. “Thank you for saying that.” She nodded, brushing a loose curl from his forehead. ******************** Patricia was stepping out of her mansion, dressed in all white. Crisp pants and a clean jacket, every inch of her screaming elegance and purpose. Her dark lipstick was the only color on her, bold and confident, a symbol of the fire she carried within. She moved toward her Lamborghini, her heels clicking against the tiled driveway, when she heard him.

In fact, she needed just a second to turn their lives into a nightmare. Then she spotted a small box with a knife in it. It was too perfect; they left her a weapon. Patricia grabbed the knife and leaned over the crib. To her surprise, the child was awake, and her eyes were gold again. - You are a monster. - Patricia hissed, looking at the child. - There is no place for you in this world, and I am going to fix it. Patricia squeezed the knife into her hand, aiming for the child's chest.

The years of entitlement, the careful lies, the callous disregard for others—it all came crashing down around her in a horrifying torrent. The monster inside of her, the one that had orchestrated a murder in high school and the attack on Megan, was now staring at her in the mirror. She looked at the knife in her hand, then at Megan, her face now a canvas of grief and defeat. The reality of her situation, the years of privilege, the looming exile, the cold hard truth of her own monstrousness—it all came crashing down around her. Just then, Detective Amelia Vance, who had discreetly positioned herself on the far side of the warehouse, saw her opening. Lizbeth's attention was fully on Megan, he

Marcus waited until the house was silent before he moved. The night had settled down to ominous silence, the silence of the heavy rather than the peaceful. Patricia was sitting in the sitting room, reading marriage notes scattered all over the table. She appeared to be composed and in order, like she was preparing a party rather than dictating on the future of her daughter. Marcus hung in the doorway a moment to get himself straight, since he was aware that once he opened his mouth, there was no going back

Kaden Ansel was quiet all through the drive to Patrica’s place, ignoring both Grey and I’s conversations and poorly thought through jokes, but the second we got down from the car, and Patrica came out of her home to welcome us, his game face was on. Patrica was a beautiful witch, with eyes filled with mischief. She was a short curvy girl with a body to die for and if Ansel didn’t already have her, I would certainly want to have her. Although sharing wasn’t bad, but I have a feeling Patricia had feelings for Ansel.

CHAPTER 153 THE BOOK OF THE NIGHT WANDERERS Patricia followed Selena’s car at a safe distance. She has been following them since Azeezat called her. Patrica was informed of Isabel’s departure. This is the only time she can keep track of what her nephew is up to. Azeezat being assigned as their maid was Patricia’s choice. Making Azeezat’s payment double if she tells her everything that happens at the O’Brien’s mansion. She came to a halt and watched Selena and the girls exit the car.