Novelas y relatos de Patrick Bateman

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

As much as he wanted to make me disappear, he knew he would be miserable without me. He didn’t confirm it or deny it. “I’m fine, Cato. Really. I’ve been through worse.” His eyes moved to the wound at my shoulder, the scar I would carry for the rest of my life. “Bates is complicated. He comes off as a violent psychopath, but he’s just—” “Trying to protect you. I understand.” “He doesn’t go around raping and beating women.” “I figured. When you’re handsome and rich, you don’t really need to rape anyone…”

I had never seen Patrick like this. "Oddly, there isn't much about her out there. Sure, the basics can be found. Her name's Giselle Beckett. She's twenty-six and from one of the local Packs. She works for the Pack's administration, and that's all. Nothing more..." He trailed off, staring at the screen grimly. "It just feels too..." "Fabricated?" I suggested, and instantly, his head snapped towards me. "You think so?" he asked, looking more doubtful with every passing second. Patrick was anything but doubtful. He was the one who always seemed to have answers to everything, which further agitated me. I didn't have a good feeling about this.

“Okay, okay. I won’t go far. Just nearby.” Brad’s gaze softened. This child was far more open than Mark. The eldest had completely inherited Benjamin’s icy temperament. Dinner arrived, and the three sat down to eat together. Meanwhile, Patrick returned home. After his shower, he leaned lazily against his bed, shirtless, his sculpted abs gleaming faintly in the light—sexy enough to make anyone want to bite. He picked up his phone, scrolling idly, when news about him and Amanda popped up. Clicking it open, his peach blossom eyes lit with a cold, razor-edged smile.

Batman. While walking from the secret elevator to the main elevators within the catacombs of Infinity my purse vibrated. I stopped and moved to the side of the hallway as it vibrated again. I removed my phone from my purse and held my breath as I swiped the screen. Am I ready to hear his voice again? Will he be upset that I'm making Isaac wait? Am I making him wait? A lump formed in my throat until I saw the name: PATRICK. "Pat," I whispered into the phone. "So...tell me. I've been worried sick. Is there a problem?" "N-No, I can't talk right now." "But you're all right? Tell me you're all right," Patrick implored. "Yes." The way my cheeks rose into a hint of a smile told me that I was—all r

He has a dark beard, severe eyes, and wears the same green kilt that Robert and Vladimir wear. I swallow, calming my racing pulse. I will get out of this. I will survive. I survived my mother’s illness, and the beatings from the High Priest. I came with Ethan to the Northlands in search of my freedom. I will find it. But I must pick my moment. I must play this game, and accept my role in it. Until the opportune moment comes for me to make a move. I nod. “Very well. Wait outside, please.” “Bathe. Now.”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Their picture was hung on the wall in the office, such a beautiful woman. The few seconds that Elsie interrupted Santiago, Patrick used it to build his calmness back into place and felt alright again. “Good sir and ma'am my name is…”Patrick began but was interrupted by someone else. “Patrick Connor, a former employee of Lester's conglomerate, an old childhood friend of Adrian Lester, and a very good friend of Ava Leon” Aurora declared. Patrick Connor went speechless. Not for the details of himself but the voice that read that out. It's too familiar for him to forget the sound of that voice.

As Chase refired the bullet, a hole appeared in Leigh's forehead behind Eric, and he immediately fell down. Chase appeared as though he was looking at a corpse. Facing his gaze, Eric immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Chase, Mr. Chase, d-don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. My name is Eric Bateman, and I'm the only son of the Bateman family—a prominent family in Chitara. I can give you anything you want!" "Oh, really?" Chase chuckled teasingly. "Can you tell me where the headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance is?"

"You may leave." Damon hesitated for a moment. Patrick said, "If you have something to say, just say it." Damon nodded his head and said, "Alpha Patrick, I hear Miss Carter works at Fittro Club." Patrick was sitting on the sofa, and his cold gaze fell on Damon's face, making Damon's heart race. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the next second, Patrick looked away. "Beta Damon, you have heard plenty of things," Patrick said calmly.