Imani Patterson Novels & Stories

His grip tightened on my shirt, and he hoisted me up, his eyes ablaze with a fiery red intensity. "I've repeatedly emphasized the importance of steering clear from Sierra; she's not just someone to me—she's my life partner, the one with whom I envision spending the rest of my days." My growl resonates in response, yet I reluctantly lower myself, acknowledging that challenging him isn't a viable option, despite his inflated ego. Respect must be given where it's due. "Williams, I'm not here to stir up trouble; my sole purpose is to check on Sierra and ensure she's alright."

He said and I nodded. “I am not forgetting that, dad. But we have pack members, and just like we are a mafia family, he is too. You are Capo dei Capi, and he is Pakhan, the one difference is that I am a woman in a man’s world on this one. You know very well that I am not ready to lead all these men who…”

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

Imani instructed him though he looked at her with some weird eyes but tried it anyways and it worked. A smile appeared on the man’s face. “Oh. Thank you. How did you know about Imani tech company? I've been trying to register earlier but it's just blank, Imani is the biggest billionaire in LA, if I could just get accepted into her company.” The guy said while Imani shrugs her shoulders. “Who are you by the way?” He asked further, a smirk appeared on Imani lips “You can call me the founder,” Imani told him and the guy laughed..

he whispered, frozen. The same woman in the emerald gown now cleaned and re-pinned, adjusted the mic and offered a deadly sweet smile. “Hi. I’m Reina Takahashi. CEO of Valkyrie Dynamics in Tokyo. Imani’s best friend for thirteen years. Yes, the Imani that none of you deserve and all of you should bow to because she’s radiant and a goddess among mortals.” There was scattered laughter. Enzo, however, had gone pale. Julian elbowed him. “Something wrong?”

“No. Not even for a moment. He was Mindy’s husband and so my heart never once went there.” Any further conversation was stalled as the court was called back into session. Thirty minutes later, Imani was on the stand and Famke needed to give her credit. She appeared collected and poised as she sat there. Her lawyer was painting her as a strong matriarch who worked tirelessly to support her children and drive them to success. She possessed strong moral values, was a good Christian woman who never missed a Sunday of service and put her children first. However, the prosecutor was up now, and he stood staring at Imani for several seconds before he finally spoke. “Mrs. Robinson, you consider yours

“If your girlfriend, Imo is there with you, please send my regards to her” “Imo?” Patt scoffed. “Imo is in the hostel preparing for her last two exams. I have a fresh substitute down here”. There was another bout of laughter, while Patt took a mouthful of some alcoholic beverage. He swallowed the contents in his mouth, before he continued talking. “You know I love Imo, Pierre, but I can’t be eating one type of fish for five straight years, you know…” Patt giggled and took a sip of some alcoholic beverage, before smacking his lips. He was gradually becoming tipsy and I wasn’t surprised.

she added, letting out a sigh. "I love seeing this part of you," She looked at me. "It reminds me of what blood you are. A Kincaid blood." She scoffed. "Kai, please." "Too bad you chose to be this uptight professional," I said, facing the view. "I need to be that to run your legal businesses. Nathaniel Kincaid needs Imani as much as Big Kai does." I scoffed. "I hate that name." "Well, it is you. And our selling point. Soon it will get rid of Big Kai."

Anthony said, laughing loudly. “Thank you so much Anthony, who else wishes to say something?” “I wish to say something.” Imani said, standing up. “I have known Layla for years, we have been friends from the beginning of time. We have always done everything together, we told each other everything. She was the sweetest soul, she always had something positive to say about everyone regardless of how bad they were. She was the best person to ever walk this earth. Till today I ask God, Why? And forever till the day I die, I will ask him ‘Why Layla and not me?’.” Imani suddenly bursted into tears so she had to be escorted out of the room.

I preferred my true face, the one my victims saw before their last breaths. Imani didn’t sit in the cushioned leather chair, and instead perched on the corner of her desk, crossing her feet at the ankles. She picked up a small metal ornament, a paperweight, and passed it from hand to hand. “No, it isn’t. I was attempting to play coy. How did I do?” She said with a twitch of her lips, her dark eyes flashing with brittle humor. Even if I wanted to lie, which I didn’t, Imani would’ve seen right through it. It was by some twist of fate she and my father weren’t mates. They were each other’s perfect match.