Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

I say clearing my throat as I run my fingers over my skirt. Not a Diamond anymore Zoira, don't forget it again. “And I am Patricia Clifford, Miss Zoira assistant." Pat grins, practically drooling at the young man, he just nods, presses his large palm against the door as he steps out. “Oh my goodness, that was hot. Our new investor needs some investing." Pat giggles, causing me to gasp at how inappropriate she can be. " Don't say that silly.” I swat her hand away from my hair, my eyes automatically drifting to Caison's office.

Anna answered “Can you show me around the palace” Amira asked “As my lady wishes” Anna answered with a smile. She was so excited to see the environs. They got to a garden filled with different flowers and then the rose flower caught her. She loved the beautiful roses flowers that where arranged in a heart form. “Who tends to the flowers?” Amira asked “His majesty Prince Keon” she replied “He must be a sweet soul” Amira said “Prince Keon is such a humble and kind man, he has the heart of his people” Anna confessed

*ARLENE’s POV* Patricia made sure I arrived safely on the island, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. She had arranged for a luxurious yacht to transport me to the venue, the sleek vessel cutting through the azure waters like a knife. As I stepped aboard, the salty breeze whipped through my hair, the sun glinting off the waves, amplifying the thrill of anticipation and the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “I’ve already ordered dinner for you,” Patricia announced, her voice brisk yet comforting as we made our way toward the opulent VIP room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with Mago soon.”

I stared in disbelief at the figure standing in the dark structure's entrance. Patricia. Our Head Omega Coordinator. My trusted friend. The omega I had trained personally. She stood there with eyes that glowed faintly green, dark energy swirling around her. "Patricia?" I whispered. "No. This cannot be real." "I am sorry, Lila." Patricia's voice was calm. Too calm. "I wish you had not come here. I wish you had just let it go."

It wasn’t Joana. It was Patricia Benjamin.

Asking for things sideways. Needing people as invitations. "Mrs. McKinney?" Patricia Chen said. "I'm here," Irina said. "Sorry. I'm — yes. I'm here." "I know it's a lot to absorb," Patricia Chen said gently. "It is," Irina agreed. "But yes. Whatever needs to happen, I want it to happen. Whatever the process requires." "Good," Patricia Chen said. "I'll walk you through the steps." She told Neo that evening. He listened without interrupting, which was his way, the full unhurried listening — and when she told him the part about Anna naming her, eight months ago, before everything, he was quiet for a moment.

“She might get hurt.” She quickly turned around, glaring. Lush laughed, “What are you grumbling about?” “Nothing.” He closed the door, making her eyes widen. “Why did you close it? There’s CCTV here.” “I just want a little privacy with my girl. Patricia was a childhood friend from Oas, Albay.” “What does that have to do with me?” she retorted, but he laughed and hugged her around the waist. “You’re so silly when you’re jealous. Tita Lexi recommended her because she’s looking for a job here.”

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword