Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

“This project will consist of partners. I’ll be assigning the partner you’ll work with and I don't want any complaints, am I understood?” The teacher also known as Henry addressed to the class. A chorus of yes’s were heard. I took a side glance at Zachariah who was busy writing something on his notebook. He looked extra handsome today. He wore a pair of beige dress-pants and a white collared shirt which was folded up to his elbows. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet.

Embarrassed, Joyce held her stinging hand, while those around her chuckled and jeered. A mist filled her eyes as she bit her lip. Joyce looked pitiful in that moment. However, Asher didn't spare a glance at Joyce. Instead, the man who had instigated the teasing earlier wrapped his arm around Joyce's shoulder, his breath smelling of alcohol, and said, "Come on, Joyce. If Asher doesn't want you, I'll take you." He proceeded to kiss Joyce's face and grope her ample breasts. Joyce recognized the man as Patrick Davis, someone who seemed to work in the government and came from a well-connected family.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

But to wait outside until I get them. Within 20 minutes, Sean returns with Brian Flaherty who is a stocky, very muscled, cocky sonofabitch who I instantly dislike upon first sight. "Would you like to explain what happened at the Doll House last night?" I say, keeping my voice calm and even, my tone neutral so he has no clue what I'm really feeling about the situation. He shrugs a wide, beefy shoulder. "Sure. That bitch started mouthing off to me, so I had to shut her up."

coach. Based on Mike’s words, he moved here eight years ago and has coached Salvatore Hills University’s football team since. His record was as clean as a freshly washed dinner plate. Not even a parking ticket, which was disturbing when I was sure that he’d been hurting Bobby that day physically. It only meant that he was good at hiding his tracks. Zwick’s death marked the stalking case closed, giving me no reason to loiter further in searching for Hickman’s background. Using my computer on the station will be traceable and would arouse suspicion.

He lies back on the hard stone, his knees raised, and clasps his hands behind his head. He stares up at the emblem carved into the stone arch that supports the ceiling. The door creaks open. “I thought I heard you walking around.” Jack’s low voice rumbles around the small chapel as he strolls toward him. Blake’s second in command drops onto one of the pews at the front, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “Trouble sleeping?”

Emily Warner “So what brings you to the dating sites?” I ask trying to change the subject. “Just trying to get to meet new people, I guess.” He says as the waiter comes in to take the order. I remember Carter telling me that’s code for a guy when he wants to have casual sex. But Jacob said on the dating profile that he was looking for someone to date? “So, what do you do?’ I ask as the waiter leaves after taking our order. “I am a lawyer but I am also a part time scuba instructor.” He says nicely but it wasn’t the same anymore.

God, I was a terrible person. “I’m fine. What about you? Are you home?” He sighed, and I heard the faint clatter of something on his end. “Yeah. Work was… well, work. Anyway, what are you going to do about this Rhett killer stuff?” My spine stiffened. “What? You know about it?” He chuckled low. “Of course. Have you forgotten what industry I’m in? This isn’t just another murder, Juno. It involves Rhett Voss—one of the biggest athletes in the country. Everyone knows.”