James Patterson Smith Novels & Stories

“IT… IT WAS HIM!” James said. “THE-THE OTHER GUY! THE….. THE PORN KING.” Dez and I exchanged a look. “Mick?” I asked. “Mick would never give his woman’s information out.” “No,” James shook his head fervently. “Not….not him himself. The….the agency…he,” James choked, then started coughing up blood. One of his lungs might be ruptured. We may not have long to get this information. “He…. he worked for-for an agency. They….. They had his previous address. Mister,” he coughed again, more bubbling red spilling from his lips. “Mister…. Mister Smith. He had a…. a hunch she was with him. We took a shot in the dark.”

I turned to Joey and he was already glaring at me. "Hello class, I'm James Smith. From Brighton, UK. Nice to meet you all." He greeted and some girls looking at him in awe. "James, pick a seat and pick a friend to tour you around. Since you don't know their names, you can point at them." James nodded and he walked to my seat. I turned to Kelly and she smirked. "Livie, will you tour me around?" When that some people gasped, I turned to Joey. Joey was busy with his book and I turned to James.

Extending his hand for a handshake he says " I am Peter Smith." Holy shit! as he says those words I realize, he is the only son of the owner of Smith industries. they are the leading company in marketing, imports, exports, and so many other fields that I don't even have an idea about. they have recently started a chain in tourism and hospitality too. This is insane! That's why he seemed to be so familiar. I have seen him on the cover of so many business magazines along with his father-James Smith. oh my god! I can't believe I am standing in front of the most eligible Billionaire bachelor of the state. "The owner of Smith industries?" I ask him shaking his hand.

He seriously said to me. I sarcastically laughed when I heard what he said. “I helped the culprit to eradicate the evidence in the crime scene. I also killed Teacher Lincoln, Principal Olivia, Athena, Elisa, Mr. Reyes, Pearl, and Patricia.” I seriously said to them. So, SPO2 Patrick Smith closed his hand. “I did it to protect him against bad people like you!” I angrily said. Then, I drank the glass of water in front of me. After that, my heart hurts. It means that the poison I took earlier is affecting me already.

"My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir." "Smith, eh? Can’t say I’ve met any Smiths in Armsville." "Just arrived yesterday from Hemingsville," she replied, her story spinning out faster than she could keep track of it. "Saw your notice and thought, 'Now here's my big chance!'" "Hemingsville? Good town, good people," Mr. Bradley mused, a knowing gleam in his eye. "Alright, Mr. Smith. You start today." And with that, “Patrick Smith” was hired. She followed James, one of the farmhands, on a tour of the property. After some awkward banter and a crash course in animal care, she was left alone to tackle the chores.

"That's such a shitty excuse to give. So what's with the change of heart?" "James Smith was a cunning mastermind. Playing the welcoming father-in-law to Shelly while trying to blackmail me with a deal I've washed my hands of. My wealth didn't come with pretty clothes and witty words, but after reflecting, I moved on. But that bastard wanted me to do a job that would make me go back. And used Adrian as his tool.

She followed them to the table where their client was waiting. A man in his late fifties, dressed in a black suit, stood up. He had peppered hair and black spectacles which somehow suited his slightly crooked face. "Nice to meet you, Mr. West," he said shaking hands with Jonathan "The pleasure is mine Mr. Smith" Jonathan replied. "And who is this lovely lady?" he asked "This is Liza my Wi-, sorry this is Ms. Nestor, chief editor of our company" Jonathan introduced her, catching himself before he blurted out that she was his wife. Liza glared at Jonathan and then turned to give her best smile to the man in front of her. Adam Smith was one of the most influential writers and had been working w

I felt like being cocooned with his touch and— a pervert. Whatever. Alaric’s POV After a very good night's sleep. I got up and dive my nose on James' e-mail last night. Jefferson Knowles. An assassin of The Guild. He was ruthless and one of the top assassins. It says in an e-mail that Andrew Smith, a small-time businessman that owned a chain of a gasoline stations in the state was the target. Pity. What could have he done to earn such fate? Andrew Smith is a family man. He was very involved in helping the neighborhood. His wife is a preschool principal while both of their children are in high school.

"Bryan Smith? I know there was a Smith family in that town. And only an elder lady used to live with an adopted young girl. I remember this particular family because the details you have given me matched perfectly with this particular family. But only one important detail didn't" the PD, James explained. He is the PD whom Asher hired to investigate a man named Bryan whom Aria once mentioned to Asher. Her details were vague and she didn't give him much except for that name. She was a bit tipsy after one of their Friday ladies night out. That night, she witnessed someone abusing a woman and that triggered a section of her past.

She thought and smiled. Continued with her duties, but curiosity won over her, so discreetly asked Jean Pierre, the head of the kitchen, who told her this man was a regular customer of Mon’tblank, his name was Brian Smith, a renowned architect, and son of one of the most important businessmen of the city. Sara thought that life was not as equitable as it should be, some were born with star and others like her … ‘stellated’!