Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

I drew a long hiss before putting the phone on silence and shoving it back into my bag, never to be disturbed again. “Please, I am listening,” I returned my attention to Irene. “This girl, Patricia, she has long, full and thick Asian hair,” Irene muttered. My eyes narrowed. “She’s Asian?” I asked, hoping she would shake her head. But instead, she nodded. “Yes.” Every hope I had came crumbling around me.

His fingers stayed on her wrist for a second, then he released them. “This is Patricia Huang,” he said, stepping aside to make room for the short, plump woman behind him. “She’s the executive director of the Harborlight Education Foundation. The foundation specializes in supporting orphaned children with a talent for law, covering all their educational expenses from elementary school through university.”

“What's wrong?... Did the doctor say something to you?” My eyes widened and my body tensed as panic started to seep in. Pressing my lips together, I studied her skin. She still looked pale but nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, Dr. Patricia told me that she'd been getting better these days since I had been checking up on her a lot. I was honored to receive updates on her and the other patients as well, but somehow, I felt more attached to Eliza and the three others. I don't know if, in Eliza's case, it had to do with the fact that she had no one in this world. She was never mated—or let me rephrase that; she had a fated mate who rejected her because she was an Omega. Having been rejected

Tatiana: Giovanni was a fool to think he ever controlled me. He was a fool to think that he could ever have anything over me. The fucking bastard who thought that he could have any hold over me… He thought that by giving me space to breathe, by pretending to share his power, that I would stay loyal. That I would stay his. But I am not something to be kept. I refused to allow him to do that again. I refused to allow him the sense of power or the sense to think that he had any power over me.

Rita replied, sorting out the plates. “ That’s Rita, my cook. Rita, meet my eldest daughter, Alyona,” Xara introduced. “ Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time. “ The pleasure’s mine, Rita; the food smells so good! I can't wait to dig in.” Alyona added “ I’ll soon be done,” “ How’s work and being in the spotlight?’ Xara teased her daughter as they left the kitchen. “ Work is good, and being in the spotlight is somewhat stressful. She groaned.

she asks as she looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Caterina, this is High Priestess Kaede Lynx. She is the leader or head of the Blood Crest Witches. Kaede, this is my mate, Caterina.” Kai introduces us, but as I hold out my hand for her to take, I realise too late that she was blind. “Pleased to meet you,” I say, but then her eyes widen. “Curious!” she exclaims and claps her hands together before she glances up at Kai. Wait, could she see?

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

There are gifts you accept without interrogating the mechanism. The assistant district attorney assigned to our meeting was a woman named Claire Okafor. Forty, maybe. Natural hair, reading glasses pushed up on her head, a desk so covered in files that our meeting documents occupied the only clear corner. She had the focused, slightly tired energy of someone who had heard many extraordinary things and had learned to receive them without performing reaction. She read through what Patricia provided while we sat across from her. She read for eleven minutes without speaking. Then she looked up.

Sweet! Her name is Patricia Bautista. Our second born, 7 years old. Fortunately, she inherited my sweet attitude. After all, like her older brother, she also looks like their father. She also got Patry’s passion for cooking because right now, I saw they have prepared enough food in the kitchen. I smelled it and realized that they’re also baking some cookies. I think ... they're just waiting for me to wake up. They always wait for me to wake up so we can eat together.