Imani Patterson Novels & Stories

On their way out the ran into one of the alphas Myra had told her about. Imani. A gorgeous woman with heavy gold accessories. She was clothed in a traditional colorful attire and her long raven black silky hair was adorned with gold threads. "Caine. It's been how many years?" She asked and Gabriel smiled. "At least five. You don't call anymore." Imani turned to Lori. "You must be his mate. My name is Imani." Lori smiled and stretched out her hand. The woman seemed warm and friendly. She liked her already. "Lori. Nice to meet you."

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Imani leaped with a face as pale as a ghost. “You must be joking, Mrs. Robbins! “He’s just Xynthia Zimmer’s unemployed live-in brother-in-law! “He even kneeled for mercy after going against Young Master Bolton last night! “If it weren’t for Mr. Lee, he would’ve had his limbs broken and thrown to the fishes by now! The more Imani spoke, the more determined she looked. “He doesn’t look like the new owner at all!” Imani looked as if she found her life-saving straw. It seemed as if Harvey was just useless filth as long as she believed in it.

“Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “Good. Get the hell out of my face.” Patricia dropped her head in disgrace and powerwalked out of the cafeteria. How dare she call Imani useless?! Imani could singlehandedly hold the key to our success, or at least give us the knowledge on how to move our race forward.

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

“More than you know.” They opened their menus. Before they could read them, a black man approached them in a three-piece suit. He wore an African tribal tie. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Patty in a deep African accent. “I’m Dawit. I’m the personal assistant to Abdulkareem Gerard Dada, the African diplomat and businessman.” He extended his hand to Patty.

A faint, dimpled smile touched his lips, and her stomach did a slow, delicious flip. "Oh god, how can a man be this magnificent?* she inwardly asked. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Now is not the time, Imani! She cautioned inwardly. “No offense taken...I just wasn't expecting to find a company here," she replied. She extended her hand, the movement graceful, adorned with a diamond bracelet and well-manicured nails. She smiled, this time sincerely. "Imani Devereux." Her maiden name sice the name Kane and being associated with Irks her.

“ Let’s get this over with “ I said looking right at the huge cross on the altar “ I don’t believe in you and even if I somehow start to believe in you . I will have no other emotions except blame regarding you , but the thing is she believes in you . And I am not here because I want to , but because I have to - just so we are clear “ No answer . I wasn’t expecting one either . “ She loves you , she believes in you more than anyone . You should hear how she keeps on spreading your ‘ love and peace ‘ sermons . Anyways , she isn’t here because well she can’t - she is not doing well at the moment and “I breathed in , looking at the cross and then the altar . Then lighting up the candle I set i

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on