Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

At the first one I knock on, I’m greeted by a women. “Who are you?” She asks immediately. It’s occurs to me, that this is Alpha Noah’s assistant. I’ve seen her make appearances on televisions before, but she’s much prettier in person. She has the sleekest, longest brown hair I’ve seen in my life, and deep brown eyes so large and searching, it’s unnerving. “I’m here to deliver a message to Alpha Noah,” I tell her, trying not to be intimidated by the glistening jewellery around her neck and in her ears.

She arrived in New York yesterday, today was the day she has been told she'd resume her work position. "Thank you," Maria said as she sat while he adjusted his collar, then his cuffs. "I am Mr Sean Powell, a senior executive of A.C.E and I overtook the job of getting to know the rookies we recruited this year," he adjusted his glasses and took a glimpse at the screen of his computer. "It says here that you majored in HRM and graduated with a CGPA of 3.65," looking at her now. Maria repositioned herself before giving a response. "Yes, that's right, sir."

Aura's eyes flickered as she turned and found Patricia coming out of her room, wearing a midi dress with a light blue flare skirt that matched the woman's spring-type skin tone, light beige wedges, and a small bag that matched the colour of her wedges, which hung over the woman's left shoulder, perfecting her appearance. At least, her struggle to wait for the woman for twenty minutes—while she was also using that time to looking for the information Keith requested the other day through her smartphone with an application she created by herself so that she could stay connected to her computer at home all the day—was not in vain. It all paid off with Patricia's appearance that was so charming i

Noah said in a stern voice, "I don't care how you take revenge on Damon; in fact, I don't care if you kill him. However, remember my words: if you dare to lay your hands on Elevena, I'll forget that you were once my companion." She was furious. She couldn't stand how obsessed everyone was with Elevena. She couldn't figure out what it was about her that made her so special. She was merely a human being who was capable of being killed with ease, but she was the formidable Patricia who had never discovered how to accept defeat. After taking a quick look at her, Noah turned and walked away. It pained him to see her suffer. She gave off the impression of being pitiful, feeble, and hopeless.

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|

Noah said in a stern voice, "I don't care how you take revenge on Damon; in fact, I don't care if you kill him. However, remember my words: if you dare to lay your hands on Elevena, I'll forget that you were once my companion." She was furious. She couldn't stand how obsessed everyone was with Elevena. She couldn't figure out what it was about her that made her so special. She was merely a human being who was capable of being killed with ease, but she was the formidable Patricia who had never discovered how to accept defeat. After taking a quick look at her, Noah turned and walked away. It pained him to see her suffer. She gave off the impression of being pitiful, feeble, and hopeless.

No shell. “Oh, wow.” Patricia gaped. “I’ll let you off this time, Raven.” Raven smirked as he leaned on his seat. Before she eats, she looks at everyone. “Oh, gorgeous people,” Patricia added as she stood. “By the way, my name is Patricia. I am Hyacinth’s best friend. The one and only.” “Workhalic,” I mumbled. “She’s a workaholic. She doesn't have time for me and she is already married.”

Peony questioned with a smirk. Patricia chuckled, “Is there any one more qualified than the mother in-law of the wealthiest man in the states?” The women started to mumble within themselves again, until one of them spoke. “What are you yapping about, Patricia?” “You all said you want someone who can give you access to fancy eateries and bars, didn’t you?” “Yes? And?” “And I have all the influence needed to do that since my daughter is married to the richest man in the states. I bet you all know Raymond Beckham” Patricia paused to see if the name sounded familiar.

“Are we allowed in here?” Noah grinned. “I’m the Alpha King. I’m allowed everywhere.” She rolled her eyes but followed him inside. The cave opened to a hidden overlook, the sunset painting the sky in fiery hues. Noah leaned against the cave wall, arms crossed. “So. Do you have any questions for me?” Emma crossed her arms too. “A million.” “Start with one.” She exhaled. “Why me? I’m human.” Noah’s gaze burned into her. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.”