Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

He hugged her back. "I missed you too, Mama" she pulled back and smiled at him before her eyes settled on me "You must be Aanya, I am Patricia. I am so glad I could finally meet you. I can't believe he hid you from us" she said, her Aunic accent thick, and hugged me "You are squeezing her too tight, Mama" Evan said from behind her "It's so nice to finally meet you," I said

*** The Harlow Group sent three people. Their lead representative was a woman named Patricia Hale, late fifties, grey-suited, with the particular economy of movement that came from decades of rooms exactly like this one. She shook hands without warmth or coldness, assessed the room in two seconds flat, sat down, and opened a folder. The two people flanking her said nothing and I did not expect them to. They were there to observe and confirm details, not to speak. Patricia Hale was the one who mattered.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

The look she gave was enough, disappointment, judgment, the kind of coldness only a woman trained to wield silence as a weapon could manage. And when I walked into the room, Natalia was standing by the window, her back to me. Her posture was stiff, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles were white. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly. She didn’t answer right away. Just a shallow nod. “She came to remind me that I’m still their property. She wants me to allow my father to cross me, to go over everything that I know and just be that girl who they can push around because they want to. In their eyes, I am not your wife, I am not their daughter, I am simply here t

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

Alpha Vaughn’s son Chase is right beside Serena, egging her on and grinning like a fool. I push closer as the bartender hands Serena a lime and she just stares at it for a moment, her throat working as she swallows hard. She’s still holding it in her hand hesitantly when the bartender starts to tip the tequila bottle, the first few drops splashing Serena’s belly as I step forward and the crowd hushes. The bartender looks up and freezes, her wide eyes coming to mine. I shake my head and she immediately yanks the bottle of Patron into her chest and starts to back away.

my words came in shock t OK both her and myself, I don't even know why am I doing this, she is no one to me, I don't even know her name, but still I don't have the heart to leave in so much pain, I don't know why but I have never felt protected towards any woman other than my sister. "And why," she asked, giving that sting look again. Well, I can't say that I felt protective towards her which might ruin any chances to help her. "Because I can't leave my employee here alone in pain." Again the stink eye, "I don't work for you," "You do actually," I said, tightening my grip on my waist. "The restaurant where we met in mine," "Wait," she shouted, pushing my chest to separate us both and resulti

Katerina: “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nathan’s mother, Inna, said entering the room. Her blue eyes, which matched her son’s, were wide with rage as she approached me, pulling me to stand on my feet as I sat on the ground when my weight no longer held me up. “Please, Inna…”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.