Patricia Elizabeth Gaffikin Novels & Stories

Kaden Ansel was quiet all through the drive to Patrica’s place, ignoring both Grey and I’s conversations and poorly thought through jokes, but the second we got down from the car, and Patrica came out of her home to welcome us, his game face was on. Patrica was a beautiful witch, with eyes filled with mischief. She was a short curvy girl with a body to die for and if Ansel didn’t already have her, I would certainly want to have her. Although sharing wasn’t bad, but I have a feeling Patricia had feelings for Ansel.

I say as I look at her but she wasn’t convinced. “I know you’ve done something. You are hiding something. What is it?” She asked in her intimidating voice, making me gulp. Okay, she is not playing around. “Fine, Hank’s fiancée might be cheating on him and he wanted to see me.” I tell her, conveniently leaving out Lucas Carter. I knew the minute she hears Hank’s name, her lid will blow off. I don’t know why, but Elizabeth and Danika really hated Hank. If he ever goes missing, the cops are going to knock on their doors first.

~ EVANGELINE ~ Today, I was angry as I reviewed the files Patricia gave me. I wasn't just angry, I was furious. The conference room at Patricia Reeves & Associates felt suffocatingly hot despite the AC running. Patricia sat across from me, her reading glasses perched on her nose, watching me flip through page after page of Jess Couture madness. "This is..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Proof that Jessica Dominix has been doing this for years," Patricia completed the words.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

Punishment for women who didn’t obey. She opened the last file. Patricia Moss. The name was familiar. Where had she heard it before? Then she remembered. Patricia Moss was the woman who’d warned her at the coffee shop. The woman who’d told her about the Crosses. The woman who’d survived. Mia flipped through Patricia’s file with growing dread. The medical records looked normal. Healthy pregnancy. Successful delivery in 2019. But unlike the others, Patricia’s file had additional notes stapled to the back.

"Patricia spent last night rebuilding. I have a source who says she pulled in a forensic psychologist overnight. Someone who specializes in what she'll call 'coercive relationship dynamics.'"

Daniel wouldn’t shut up about his mom and how she and his father were suddenly estranged before her demise. The elevator dinged. I was on the fifty-eighth floor. When the doors opened, I saw a woman waiting with a clipboard tucked against her chest. She looked like someone in her mid-forties. She then wore an unreadable expression and I was beginning to think if that was part of the training they gave them here. “Elena Rivers?” she asked. “Yes.” “I’m Patricia. Mr. Hart’s assistant. Follow me.” She turned immediately and started walking, with these quick steps that I literally felt I was jogging to keep up with her pace.

Patricia muttered, quietly. A girl who has a height of one hundred and seventy-two centimeters tall looks doubtful. However, curiosity about the news that might be conveyed overcame the feeling of doubt. Abigail's Laurentia Verz personal assistant also ventured, so that the index finger of her left hand pressed the green phone icon so that a phone call made by someone on the other end is finally connected. Patricia Eleanor Barthz: “Hello.” Someone: “Hello, Patrice. How are you?" For the sake of the ever-revolving universe... I am nervous. Calm yourself, Patrice. Do not let anyone know, including this person, if you have a deeper feeling inside, muttered the owner of a pair of light brown eye

Over the safety of her great-granddaughter. She was manipulated. Patricia manipulated everyone. Patricia was a master manipulator. She knew how to play people. She knew their weaknesses. She was an adult. She knew what she was doing. She knew the risks. She knew the danger. She knew that Evelyn wanted to take Eleanor. She knew about the threats. She knew about the roses. He looks at me. His eyes are wet. His lips are pressed together. His jaw is tight. Can you forgive her? he asks. Can you ever forgive her? After everything?