Imani Patterson Novels & Stories

I wasn't up for this. Then I saw a face in my mind. A man I never met but I had seen a few times. Pastor Emmanuel Iren. The lead pastor of Celebration Church. He was very popular on social media. He was very charismatic with his teachings and his sermons were relatable. The excerpts he usually posted on his Twitter and I*******m always came up on my feeds from time to time. He had some music out too which were really nice.

"And she calls herself Villah. What's her fucking name?" "Bella," I could imagine him sighing, "I hope you remember the rules." "Yes, I do, you asshole!" "Will you recite them, please?" "Obey, respect, don't question, blah fucking blah blah." Mariano snorted. "Good. Now, what were you saying?" "Have you got something to do with Abra and Landon?" "What?" He said. "No. Not at all. None." I huffed in annoyance. It wasn't like he'd tell me.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

Samantha "Sweetheart, calm down. Maybe you should explain to Russell what's -" "NO, Phoebe. Russell just needs to trust me. This is for his own good." Fred was too agitated. Hell- we all were getting agitated. "Well, if you can't explain to me why then I guess you'll have to suck it up. I'm not quitting. I'm going for my interview with Knights enterprise in two months, and I'm keeping them as my sponsors."

Instead, he drives me directly to my door, turning off the engine and turning to look at me, a serious expression on his face. "Sweetheart, I know you've had a shock, but I need you to promise me you aren't going to go in there and ignore what I've told you to do. If you call the police and not Cain, there'll be a whole heap more shit to come and this'll feel like a day in the park." I suck in a sharp breath and bite my lip, fighting back the tears. "That's not a threat, it's just a warning, those guys that had you, they're not the sort you mess around with. They've got people everywhere, so you call the police, you'll lead them right to you. The only person who can protect you completely is

the person I was waiting for an hour, and here he is Aaron Patterson. He was wearing a White shirt or blue denim jeans. This is the first time I saw his face so close to me. how can someone have such gorgeous facial features? I thought. He frown eyebrows and said "Miss Anderson?...what are you doing here" "Worship to god," I told with annoyance. how can be he so dumb to ask me that question? "What?" he looked confused. He seriously is Aaron Patterson who is nominated for the youngest businessman of the year. "I am doing what everyone is doing, party," I said with an irritated face.

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.

I walked in knowing more about most of them than they probably knew about each other. The remaining three were Jeremy's people, loyalists whose positioning I was not here to shift today. Today was about the nine. 'Ms. Crawford.' The woman who spoke was Patricia Hale, seventy-two, independent investor, someone who had been buying into Whitman Corp for fifteen years and whose name appeared on the board minutes with increasing frequency as someone who asked uncomfortable questions. She had a face that had made peace with its own age, which I always found more interesting than a face that was still fighting it. 'I have heard a great deal about you in the past twenty-four hours.'

I lost my wife, and I dont want you to loose someone like I did because of some stupid decision I made when I was young, Miss Imani slowed down. The words of Mr Luke seemed to get to her. listen, Mr Luke. I know the king has done some terrible things. I know this because I am also a victim. And like you, I also lost someone I loved to him, Imani said. Mr Luke down at her hands and noticed the engagement ring on her finger, But unlike you, I did not give up and sit back to watch others get hurt by him. As long as I am still alive, I will fight for my fiancees justice, until my last breath. If you are not going to fight for your wifes name, then I am going to fight for her, Imani said. She pic