Novelas y relatos de Patrick Bateman

I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features. I put my calculus book and notepad away, tucking them in between Science and Language Arts, and replaced them with my history materials. I shut my locker, which revealed a 6'4" figure that stood right behind it. "Shit!" I gasped, nearly jumping out of my skin and dropping all of my things. The figure chuckled. Leaning against the lockers, a smug smirk dancing across his face was Zachary Bentley Turploy. "What's wrong, Tiger?" He taunted, his accent dripping with sarcasm.

Looking at him, I found him a little strange for a moment. Patrick called out to me, "Janetta Nolan." When I looked at him, he looked at me with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Didn't you say that you were worried that he would lose the bet between me and him? Let me tell you, if I gamble with him, the probability that I will lose will be 90%." "How is this possible?" I blurted out. Subconsciously, I never thought that Patrick would lose. Also, Shelton was just the boss of the Holy Spirit Hospital behind-the-scenes.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I don't know if this has to do with the fact that I hadn't laid eyes on Benjamin for over three weeks. “Just five more days, Larissa, and this nightmare will all be over,” I muttered, running my fingers along the grooves of the bench. A small smile spread across my lips as I pictured what it would feel like to walk out of here, to be free of these walls. “Congratulations are in order for the new CEO of Patterson's Financial Group, Benjamin Patterson,” the voice of the radio anchor snapped me out of my thoughts at the mention of Benjamin. “ Benjamin Patterson is off the market!” The anchor squealed.

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

“Dominic won’t know what hit him.” Aurora's POV Dominic was restless that evening, pacing the length of our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching him with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly, knowing he wouldn’t want to burden me with his troubles. He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Patrick,” he admitted after a moment. “He’s working with someone dangerous, someone who has the resources to cause real damage.” My heart sank. “Who?” “Carlos Santana,” Dominic said, his voice tight with frustration. “He’s an underground power broker, known for toppling empires and leaving chaos in his wake. If Patrick has teamed up with him…” He trailed off, his expression darkening.

There was no way she could use that either. "Yes, Mr. Bryant." "Right, well, one of my jobs is to protect Mr. Bryant's time, so maybe I can help you instead." She tilted her head to the side, and the kind look she had plastered to her face in the conference room moments ago was all but gone. "I don't think so, but thanks." Bethany turned and reached for the door. "And why not? Something I should know?" The woman was persistent. "No. I just-" "Bethany. I'm Patrick. Damon's told me so much about you. Says you’re Kent's new protégé and might put him out of a job." He chuckled and extended his hand. "There a reason we're having a pow-wow around Damon's door?"

Hearing the sound of the shower from her bedroom, Avita licked her lips and bit the corner of her bottom lip for about a minute while she considered something. Her eyes brightened, and she tossed the apron aside, striding confidently to the bedroom. Patrick was in the washroom, cleaning his bronze-tanned skin to remove any sweat that had gathered over the long drive. He was rather tall, with a well-proportioned figure. He enjoys working out, and his body is an asset that Avita, his girlfriend, adores. He understood why ladies would abandon a wealthy man in favor of a man with a good and hot figure. He had fought hard to get his bae, and there was no way he was going to stop now and lose her.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

Great, just fucking great. "What about that bastard?" I gritted out through grinding teeth. Timothy jaws clenched as he breathed in deeply through his nose, trying to prepare himself to tell us whatever he needed to tell us. "There's been rumors going around that Bates is looking for someone that fit that the Luna's description. I'm not sure what relations he has with her, but I'm pretty sure that he is the reason why she looks like this." My jaw trembled, fingers curling into a tight fist. "That bastard."