Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

Robbie sounds completely dumbfounded and I'd bet my last dollar that most of the men that are in this room feel the same including myself. "You really believe that you are doing good, don't you?" I ask. I need to hear him answer me. I need to hear the words. "Of course." He nods. "We are just doing the goddess's work. We are just helping those that need it." How has he kept up such a good act all of this time? He has been the doc at this pack for decades and yet, always kept up his act. How have I never noticed how fucked up in the head he truly is? How hasn't anyone noticed?

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

I nodded and asked, “Who is this Healer?” “Someone who is better than the Pack doctor. She is one convincing liar always reporting things to others,” he growled. So the pack doctor was untrustworthy. If Isaac reacted like that then maybe she had also been reporting my whereabouts. “Reporting to whom?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Someone you don’t know,” he muttered. I didn’t prod much lest he would change into the angry alpha again. “Don’t tell Marcus. I will go with you tomorrow,” he said after some time. I looked at him surprised.

He always knows. He glides to the boards right in front of me and looks up. His grin is stupidly perfect. "You're still here." "I'm always still here." He laughs and skates toward the players' tunnel. I know what comes next. I grab my bag and hurry around to the back entrance, the one near the locker rooms. The storage room door creaks when I push it open. It's small in here, just hockey sticks, boxes of tape, and a bench along the wall. Damon's already there, waiting. His hair is wet from the shower now. He changed into jeans and a hoodie.

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

he says gently to Kennedy. He’s quiet while he pulls on some clothes and steps out of their room. “She’ll want to know,” I tell him. “I’ll tell her in the morning,” he says. “Now, tell me what’s going on. How did you get this information?” I tell him what I know, then put him on speaker so he can participate in the call. “Do we have a name?” Quirin growls. “Khaled Dagher,” Hacker says.

She sobered up a bit but then she asked again, “so who is Dennis?” He frowned, how was he going to explain this? “Dennis?” “Yes Ichabod, you called me Dennis last night when you kissed me.” “Oh!” he said, as if surprised, “I’m sorry, I should have told you.” She frowned, “told me what?” “I was once married,” he said, catching her by surprise. ** Harmony couldn’t believe what she just heard, “you were once married and you didn’t tell me?” He nodded, “I’m sorry. Dennis was the name of my wife. She died. “

" Calisto smiles and turns slightly looking at Blake as they come to the doors. He waves his hand towards the guards and they signal inside for the guards to open. The door creeks with an open as they are greeted by many older looking men inside dressed in old robes sitting around a large wooden table and old handmade chairs. They turn to the sound of the opening and stand. Some gaps and whisper among themselves, others smile and come close to both Blake and Calisto. "You found him!" An old man with white hair, a long beard and old grey eyes embraces Blake. He widens his eyes and stands gasped. "Yes your highness. I have finally found Alarick." Calisto smiles as does the old man. Blake stand

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”