House Of Anubis Patricia Novels & Stories

The clock on the wall kept on ticking, making me even more nervous, but I had to remain calm for Ian. “Everything is going to be alright, my boy,” I said, kissing his forehead. I was terrified, and my instincts were telling me that something bad had happened. But I wouldn’t open the door. Not for me, but for Ian. I must keep him safe. The moments turned into minutes; only that they felt like an eternity till the door opened. Only ten minutes must have passed, but to me, it seemed like hours. Behind the doors was Luna Patricia. Naked and full of blood and scars. Her face contorted, and she struggled to control her tears. Her posture saddened me even more.

Truly, almost everything about the coven is mystifying. The inside looked like a cozy house, save for that one corner filled with strange things in jars on the display rack, a cauldron, and herbs scattered on the table. On the opposite side of the house was a receiving area of oak and spruce wood. It was also where a middle-aged woman sat on a rocking chair, knitting. Strangely, the house smelled of rosemary. “Mother, I have brought our visitor,” Pantheia spoke to the woman. Automatically, Flavian bowed his head, feeling the woman’s aura from afar. It was way past Pantheia’s already strong presence.

“She won’t even look at me and I’ve tried to tell her I’m her mother. I guess this is expected.” “What did she think Damson was? Her father?” “Yes. And there’s more.” “Fuck. What?” “Patricia,” I say, refusing to use the word Mom. That woman is no mother to me. “She was a part of the whole thing. She was with Damson—they worked together. Rebecca told me something about her buying the house where they were living. She knew. Abby calls her granny. That’s her name, by the way.” “Jesus Christ,” Theo says. He sounds a shocked as I still feel about this whole thing and I didn’t think anything could shock my brother. “That fucking bitch. Where is she now?”

She smiled back, but I could see how strained it was; her lips had multiple splits. Patricia told me everything over the past few days. Andrew had an affair with a maid, and Tonya resulted from that affair, but the mother decided to run away with the same maid that used to work for my parents. Andrew was always abusive towards Particia, and whenever she tried to tell someone, he would bring her here to abuse. Adrian and his sister never knew the truth, although Adrian always suspected she was being abused. Patricia noticed how Andrew looked at me the first time she met me. She tried to warn me, but that got her beaten so badly that she ended up in the hospital, but no one did anything becaus

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|

Amanda, amused, asked, "Aunt, can you predict the future?" Patricia walked slowly, speaking slowly too. At her age, her hands trembled, and even her face and lips shook slightly. She was very thin, looking like she barely weighed 60 kilograms. But despite that, she kept herself neat and tidy. "I can't predict the future, but with my age, I can see some things. It's good you’re back. It’s good you're back," she said, repeating the same phrase three times. Patricia's home was a two-story house, an old style from several years ago. There were chickens, ducks, and geese in the yard.

It was because her bedroom door had been left wide open, allowing her to see the shadows of the pair swaying inside the room. ​ “Oh! Faster, Ann, faster!” ​ That was her husband's voice! Patricia raised her hand to cover her mouth and turned to run back down the stairs in agony. She wasn’t ready to see the heart-wrenching sight of them on her own bed. This was already more than her heart could endure. Tears streamed down her face as she fled the house, like someone who had lost her soul. ​

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just thinking about Patricia. Her life just gets messed up day by day. Imagine growing up, thinking that your mother is dead. Then, you got pregnant, left by your boyfriend, then kicked out of your father's life. Then, you met a man who treated you like a trash at first, but you fall in love with him in the end. You will find out that the man you grew up to love was not your real father, then a woman would call you claiming that she was your dead mother. Then you found out that the family who supposedly forced the man you love to kill his wife and son turned out to be your father. If I'm in her shoes, I'll be in a loony bin by now." "Patricia is a strong woman. She's not

I stated. Patricia slapped me harder and grab my hair all at once, "How dare you telling me I'm jealous?! I won't be jealous to a low class like you since you came to a low profile family and married him for money! I'm not gonna let you take my man! I will never!" "Let go of me, Patricia!" I am trying to released my hair from her hand, but her raged to me made her even more stronger. I had no idea how did she locate this house because as far as I know we're trying to stay safe. Patricia might followed one of Grayson's friend.