Novelas y relatos de Patrick Bateman

a beep rang from inside it was non-other than chancellor Jeff Gordon. " what do you what? " with a serious face Jeff asked Patrick. Patrick stood there and said "I want to donate 100 million to the university" hearing this Jeff looked at Patrick with shocked eyes and seeing the appearance he shook his head asking" what's your name?" "I am Patrick smith from business management class " Patrick answered. Jeff said " ok now stop joking and return to your class Patrick " Patrick know he will not believe so he transferred them to Jeff's account using his name Patrick got Jeff's account no from his networks.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

Looking at it for a second too long before looking up at me, his smirk plastered on his face seeing my frown. “The difference between you and me, Nathan, is that I never let a woman wrap me around her finger, and I do not give a fuck whether or not she is fucked by another man until she cannot walk, or whether I am the one touching her alongside another man. The day that YOU reach to that point, you would be smarter, I can’t say stronger” Donatello said, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you at the meeting, Pakhan”

he said with quiet confidence, not mentioning the true purpose of this little visit to the courthouse. It was Stanton who stirred the waters. “Including the running of the mill,” he added. Rumblings started from the back of the group, but Michael shrugged off the explanation with a smart remark. “Doubt he can fix what’s wrong any more than a good old boy like Bateman can.” “Who’s Bateman?” Damien asked. The men simply stared at him for a minute before Regina answered. “Bateman is the current day foreman at the mill.” “Check it out,” Michael said, raising his voice just a bit. “He’s here to save the day and the dude doesn’t even know who the foreman is… And he thinks he’s gonna stop all the b

After the lecture, I grabbed my books and got up, Ciara had to stay back to assist the lecturer. I walked towards the route of the exit. It still felt as if I was been followed even in the hall. I panicked a little and hastened my pace and then bumped into someone. My books fell in the process. "Sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered and quickly bent to pick up my books. The person I'd bumped into also squatted and rather said, "Hi." I raised my head and met his adorable grey eyes. Damien Baxter. The second son of Middleton famous basketballer coach.

"He's a changed man, Leo. He is no longer the cousin that kidnapped me to hand me over to your archenemy." He laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Then who is he?" "The cousin that has been helping me. I'd almost certainly be dead by now without him," I replied. "Helping you do what exactly?" he asked. "Help his sister," I said. Leo stared blankly. "Max doesn't have a sister." I shook my head, "After Milo Megestanis died, his mate had an affair with a man named Roberto Benedetta and had a daughter called Milly-"

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Blake Ever since I was thirteen, I have wondered how my mate would be. Would she be a good Luna? Will she be as beautiful as I'd hope she'd be? Will she love me the way I already love her? My father has always trained me harder than any other member of our pack. Any free time I have I must practice, I train, I work out, not because I want to look buff like my best friend Tyler presumes to do so, since his goal is to look good for his future mate. But, because I need to make sure I am ready to defend and protect my pack at any cost. I do it to be able to defend my future Luna at all costs. She will be half my soul after all, and if I can not defend her, then I am worthless as an alpha

“You saw the tapes from The Sin Club.” Jo gazed at him like a kid who was being admonished. “I don’t! I believe in justice. Julian deserved it! He was anyway expecting me to fight back. So I just used it to my own advantage.” “You see, she is a badass!” Patrick patted her on the shoulder in a friendly manner. “You stink!” “I know! We just came back after running fifteen kilometers.” “You know where the bathroom is!” “One bathroom, badass! Have more understanding!”

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

"You have trespassed into the Valemont soil. You have taken my son. Tell me who ordered it, or I will peel the hide from your bones before the sun rises too high." The man chuckled, the deep phlegmy sound rattling in his broad chest. "Threaten me with your claws, boy. I hunted the abominations of your rejected mate’s bloodline when your father was just claiming his pack. I am Patrick. St. Patrick to those who consider me a savior of this world. Your fangs mean nothing to the man who has spent fifty years destroying the taint of the Nullifiers."