Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

She raised her head and turned to Cohen, bowing her head. Watching Anna bow for Cohen, Patricia chuckled, lightly. “Only if you know he doesn't deserve it,” she whispered. Her voice was a bit high, causing Cohen and Anna to hear her. Anna glanced backward at Patricia. “Hun!” An unclear tome escaped her lips. “Go and meet Ailee.” Patricia said. “Oh, okay. Okay, ma.” Anna let out. She quickly turned and fastly paced out of the office. After watching Anna walk out, Patricia stared at Cohen and eyed her from head to toe and vice versa, repeatedly for a minute. “Leaonard Cohen.” She called and cracked up.

More so, when Patricia saw the woman that her father is holding hands with. "Daddy? Oh my God! I missed you!" Patricia almost to hug her father. "Oh, honey. I missed you so much." Anthony happily hug Patricia back. "Uhm, who are you?" Patricia's confused stare turn to the woman beside her dad. "Sweaty, this is Marla. And this is probably going to be the most awkward thing I'd say to you, but she's my girlfriend." "Hi, Patty." Marla greeted Patricia with a smile. "It's Patricia. Only my mother gets to call me that." Patricia's snarky respond shocked not only Marla and Anthony, but also Gonzalo.

Patricia, using subtle enchantments and carefully chosen words, amplified the King’s deepest insecurities, conjuring visions that played on his fear of Anya and her destiny. “Your Majesty,” Patricia began, her voice a velvet caress laced with mystical undertones, her eyes reflecting a manufactured empathy. She gestured towards Theron’s trembling hands. “Anya’s spirit… it is restless. It has always sought to reclaim what it believes was unjustly denied. And now, it has found a vessel.” Theron flinched, his eyes darting around the throne room as if expecting Anya to materialize from the shadows. “A vessel? What do you mean, Patricia?”

“Thank the goddess. I knew the moon goddess wouldn't have let her die just like that. She wouldn't have let someone take over her position.” “What's your name?” I asked. “My name is Patricia, Alpha Cain. Miss Diane and I used to be good friends.” “I can tell. I've seen you both on several occasions. Patricia, I want a favor from you, concerning, Miss Diane.” “Anything, for miss Diane, Alpha Cain.” “You see, I'm trying to gather more evidence to expose the crimes of the present Luna. I want you to be a witness. And I want you to tell me exactly what you just told me on the day I plan to expose her. Can you do that for me?”

"I've been on that board for nine years. I've watched Holt operate. I've watched the company's direction shift in ways that never quite made sense until recently. And I've watched Nora since she came back." She paused. "She's carrying more than one person should carry," Patricia said simply. "She carries the company and she carries Mia and she carries the legal situation and she carries whatever is happening with you and Tara and she carries the grief about her sister. All of it. Without showing the weight." I said nothing.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Kate POV Stepping forward, I could not believe the power that shifted when my father merged us in blood for the Pack. I wanted to get my officers named so everyone could enjoy the rest of their evening. In front of the microphone, I took a shaky breath, and stepped forward to introduce my officers. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am very proud to present you with your new Beta Reid Thompson, and your Gamma John Chisholm. Now it is traditional to have a Luna to the Pack. As this is non-traditional move to have a female as an Alpha,” I say to the whistles and cheers of the women in the Pack, “I do want a Luna, someone who can look out for the Pack and conduct Luna business on my behalf. So with

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

Until I saw her. Sitting beside Nathan, posture flawless, wearing a dress more expensive than anything I had ever worn, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a smile that radiated class and elegance. I was holding Noah in my arms, the boy still sleepy. Time slowed. I watched her laugh and place her hand over Nathan’s, resting on his thigh. The Volkovs laughed like they were celebrating something. “Anya!” Patricia called, excitement in her voice as she stood and walked toward me, arms open to take Noah. “Come here, let’s introduce you. Come to mommy, my little one…”