James Patterson Smith Novels & Stories

Adam Smith. Mrs. Thalita's high heels knock in unison as Mr. Xander yawns wide. The cherished Man Of The Smith family had little time to sleep. Even Nadhea wants a man like this Xander as a role model for many people. "We are dealing with Mr. Adam Smith. We have our own point of view about the article published early today. I've known Zayn and Brittany Brown for a long time that they can't be underestimated. The past and the present are very different, " explained Mrs. Thalita slipped a small note in the form of additional information known to Adam Smith.

The doctor said to me, but my mind was somewhere else. I remember once visiting the Smith family when I was young. The Patriarch, Senior Smith, was a public figure and well known. He died while fighting Drug cartels on a mission given by the state. Due to his demise, the government gave the family a different identity. "Weapon Makers ." Though few know about it in the country, the big shots and criminals know them very well

was back slightly but he held his head a little higher as we made our way to the Sergeants office. I knocked twice and heard some shuffling, “Come on in, ya’ll!” Combs had one of those voices that just boomed off every wall. He would intimidate you if you didn’t know him. I swung the door open to his office and plopped down in one of the chairs. “Whatcha got for me? Also, patrol has been set up and you guys are good to go for the night.” Sergeant leaned over his desk and offered us both some mints. I shook my head no and Emery took one of course. “So I am ready to go for patrol, but Emery here is stepping down from the case.” The sergeant slowly lowered hisself into his chair taking a big b

The voice said before the line went dead. Steven sat up in bed and dialed James’ number. “Any info yet?” “Wow, City Boy. Good evening to you, too.” “Anyway?...” “Yes, I have his name. Agent Smith, also known as Dave Zilker, has been around for a long time but has managed to keep his affairs hush. The cops have never been able to pin anything on him despite watching closely. This may be partly because he never stays in one place for too long. However, my sources confirm he is in New York now.”

I shook my head with a sigh and walked out of the ward. I sat on a vacant chair outside the ward, waiting patiently for the doctor to treat her so that I could leave. I just want her to be fine before I leave for work. I looked up as I heard footsteps approaching me. It was the cop. They were in their uniforms. "Good morning Mr Smith,"the two policemen said, and we both did a handshake. "Morning, Mr John," he was the only policeman that I know between the two. "You must have known why I'm here, Mr Smith, let's go straight to the point so that we would be able to return to our work," Mr John said, and I nodded my head affirmatively.

Butler Smith said affectionately to him. Uncle Smith just address me as James. James stated firmly. Ok James. Butler Smith surrender as he knows how stubborn he is. Are you going to office? Butler Smith as he sees James dressed up. Yes uncle James, please tell the chauffeur to prepare a car. James said as his phone rings Right away mas... James. Butler Smith said as he quickly corrected himself not to address him as master. Hello. James said as he answered the call. Good morning Boss. You have a meeting schedule, when are you coming? His assistant asked him.

Smith and Johnson. I watched as Alex's posture straightened, his voice steady and unwavering. His eyes narrowed with intensity, reflecting the resolve burning within him. It was clear that he had fully embraced his past self, tapping into the instincts and skills that had once defined him. In that moment, he was a force to be reckoned with. As the conversation with Deago unfolded, the gravity of the situation became apparent. Mr. Smith's influence ran deep, intertwined with a dangerous network of criminal activities. Alex knew that to dismantle this web of power, he would need to unravel the secrets hidden within the shadows.

"I want to ask you something. " Neon Parker sat opposite to Adam Ricardo while looking at him attentively. "What?" Adam had a lot of works. He didn't want to waste time on him. "Who are you? I was forced by Jacob Smith to come here. And I know you did it. What's your connection with Jacob Smith?" Neon was seriously curious to know. Jacob Smith was the heir of Smith family which had properties over billions overseas. Smith family chose to rule in Asia as they own the biggest oil businesses of Middle East. A poor officer like Adam Ricardo told and he forced him to come here didn't really give a proper calculation.

"Because I had him investigated again the moment I saw how he treated you at our engagement party." Smith's expression darkened. "Did you really think I'd let my future wife be threatened without doing something about it?" I sank into the chair, overwhelmed. First Margaret's revelations about the patents, now this. "You kept investigating him?" "The financial irregularities I mentioned before led to something much bigger." Smith poured himself a glass of wine. His movements controlled but tense. "My investigators found discrepancies in his company's patent filings. Imagine my surprise when they traced several 'innovations' back to patents filed decades ago by a brilliant inventor named Jonat

That much was obvious. He smiled to himself. She was still connected. Still sensitive to him. Hidden below the branch, Damien waited, arms crossed. “She’s on patrol,” Damien said, his voice low. “Part of Team Two. Already got her gun back. Looked steady.” James chuckled. “She always was. Doesn’t matter. That just makes the fall more satisfying.” As they watched the patrol return to the packhouse, James’s smile twisted. “Time to pay her a visit.” The Smith house stood quiet. Roy had gone back to the packhouse for another meeting. Lisa was working her shift at the station. The moment Aria stepped inside for briefing, James made his move.