Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

I taunted. " Oo Athena. At pinal na desisyon kong ito kaya wala kang magagawa para baguhin ang isip ko." napatingin ako sa kamay ni Patricia. A ring with a diamond stone makes her long fingers more prettier. Wow kaya pala walang maibigay samin.

Rushing through everything would defeat the purpose of bringing them here in the first place. Kaia's nerves had calmed down a whole lot and she was taking answers from around the room when the door flung open and in came Patricia, looking so angry she could have torn down the door if there was no one else in the room, she did have to maintain her status of being an elite. "I will not let that woman be of any high status in this company. She single-handedly brought it down to it's knees because she is a selfish, gold digging..." Before she could finish her sentence, Beau was up on his feet and to her side in less than a second. "I would mind what I say about Kaia Navarro, for she has so much

“I will try, and congrats on your promotion, Chief.” “Thank you,” ~ Three days of no action felt like hell to Patricia. She had done all sorts of things to keep herself busy—cook, play video games, eat, play video games, cook, play video games, then eat again. That had been her regular routine during those three days. So boring! Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Patricia groaned, rolling on the bed too lazy to stand up. She asked, "Eny, who is at the door?" "A pregnant lady whose name is Mrs. Chloe Miller, working in the F.C.A as a record officer," the artificial intelligence responded in a robotic voice.

Patricia had been watching us all this time? “But she’s dead,” I whispered, voice barely holding steady. “So who’s still doing this?” Martinez flipped a page in his notebook, his eyes meeting mine. “We found one more thing in her files. Patricia had another daughter. Not Rebecca. A secret daughter she never admitted to. Her name is Diana Moore. She lives right here in the city.” He paused, the silence stretching. “And she works at Evan’s school. As his teacher’s aide.”

Chapter 16 Patricia ignored his question, acting deaf as though Daniel wasn't referring to her. He couldn't possibly expected her to answer such a lame question. What was her job exactly? To act as a chef? Or possibly act as a real wife? "Yeah! Atta girl! Keep pushing!" Patricia yelled excitedly, smiling as she jumped in glee just as the female lead threw a punch at the terrorist who had been harassing her. Her eyes glint with happiness, totally ignoring Daniel's presence. "Keep going! We need more punches!"

Anang sekretarya kong si Patricia. "Huh? Sino?" "May bagong investor pa po tayong hinihintay. Si Miss Julie po. 'Yong kausap niyo po sa phone last day. Dapat nga po ay magkikita kayo kahapon kaso pina-cancel mo at birthday celebration ni Matthew." Paliwanag ni Patricia. "Oh, yeah. Naalala ko na. Sorry. By the way, what time siya darating?" "Mga ten minutes pa daw po."

"Dr. Patricia, Mr. Hale is here." "Thank you, Susan." Dr. Patricia's voice came from inside, slightly strained. Benjamin walked in and the door closed behind him. Dr. Patricia stood behind her desk, her hands braced on the surface like she needed the support. She was a woman in her late fifties, gray streaking through her dark hair, lines of stress etched around her eyes and mouth. "Mr. Hale," she said, attempting a professional smile that did not reach her eyes. "What a surprise. Please, sit down."