Novelas y relatos de Patrick Bateman

he smiled, sipping his juice "Okay" Beatrix said, thinking carefully of the details to tell him, she wasn't one to tell people completely about herself. "Uhmm... like you know, I'm Beatrix, a barista during the day and a dancer at night" she said and looked at Paxton who continued staring at her, wondering if she was done telling about herself. "Are you done?" he asked and she smiled and nodded "Yeah" "You're saying like we just met, I didn't ask for an introduction because that's clearly and introduction" he was displeased

She shouts out as soon as she is inside the house. Patrick Black still looks fit in his three-piece suit, and his hair is covered in grey, but that's the only sign to show that he is aging; he is considered ruthless in the business world, but as soon as he saw little Samantha with a worried face his cold heart melted and filled with love.

Damon imagined his lips on his, his eyes boring holes into his as they made sweet love. _What the hell?_ Soon his moment of euphoria was replaced with rage. What was wrong with him? He was fantasizing on fucking his bodyguard. _A freaking, grown ass man_. He felt insulted by his own thoughts. He was determined to wipe Zach's face off his mind. So, he grabbed the two strippers by the waist and led them to his private suite as his friends hooted and cheered behind him. ***** Zach pulled up by the club and stared at the skyscraper, tilt his head far back to get a view of the top. This was the best club house in the entire city, owned by the multi billionaire, Parker Julian. That name alone made

He was a bastard who deserved a beating. “Shh…... it is okay now darling. You don’t have to go anywhere. I am back. I have come back.” Ashton consoled patiently. He was not a patient person, but with Maya, he showed his most patient and gentle side.

The anger in her heart is still burning inside her, and she can't think of a way to put out the fire. ------------------------------ - Bartholomew Carter became more eager to investigate Henry Cambert. In his mind, Herny is a predator stalking his prey. He wants to protect Amara from him, and to do that, he needs to know everything about him. From his personal life, and all his secrets—he needs to uncover it all. Carter hired a professional, and well-known private investigator. His mission is to get every information he can about the wealthy author. In that what, once he publish his article about him, there's nothing missing.

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

The Sequel for The Bet is out now, it is called Riptide❤️‼️ As requested it's Brittany's story after Andre❤️‼️ Chapters are already posted❤️‼️ Hope you guys enjoy it❤️‼️ Riptide *Sneak Peak* "It's you" She announced softly "So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly. "You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

I'm Max and here is your proof. This man Max was quite strange. But he was the only one who could help us. I watched him gently place the bat on the table in front of him and open the file he had in his position. He seemed very relaxed. Then Johnatan broke the silence. Hey Max, tell me what you have for us. And come with good news, please. I don't know how good will look to you, Johnatan. But here it goes. This bat is years old and it was very difficult for me to extract the DNA but I managed and it definitely belongs to a woman named Lucy Sinclair.

Stanley Batton was a man of few words most of the time, preferring to hold Xyla Quest in his arms while he drank and listened to her. He never had eyes for anyone else. The others still found it sweet despite being so used to seeing the couple being intimate with each other. While everyone was chatting, Josh Batton’s phone started ringing. He answered instantly when he saw Annabeth Cates calling, hurrying outside while the others continued to chat. “Xyla, I’m working on a new project. Would you be interested in it?” Henry Armstrong asked.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”