Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

"Paul Morant is not from Hustuabourg; he was born and raised in Mystonia. His grandparents moved abroad very long ago. His name used to be Dion Griffin, and both of his parents are doctors. He also studied medicine. "About thirty years ago, his father came to Rivera for academic exchange and stayed here for more than three years. That was the time he changed his name to Paul Morant. "I looked up everything he has done during his stay here. However, it has been so many years, and I can barely verify anything. Furthermore, his registered address was not in the same district as Ms. Spade, so I'm pretty sure they didn't know each other. "Actually, Paul Morant has quite a tragic fate. Twenty year

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

A man who, twenty years ago, had tried to do what no one else had the courage to do—challenge the Mortons "My father," Jake began, his voice firm but filled with deep pain, "was a partner at Morton Enterprise for a short time. He had believed he was part of something big, a company that brought progress. But everything changed when he realized the dirt behind the transactions. He discovered... things. Corruption, fraud, and extortion.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

"He knows I don't train anymore but he's still forcing me to do patrols, just because I put you in danger with old Isaiah." "Why don't you train? I thought everyone had to?" I ask absentmindedly, holding two pieces of paper in my hands that both show memories where I must be roughly fourteen or fifteen, based on the fact I'm clearly in a romantic relationship with Cain by this point but it's still fairly innocent, there was only kissing and a bit of fumbled touching, but it felt new and daunting.

Dalton implored. “He could have regained his consciousness from way before and might have been faking it. It isn’t hard for a werewolf of his rank to play dead for some hours… enough to mislead the pack doctors and nurses while they were checking his heartbeat.” I indicated and then added, “He could have heard someone talking about the security cameras.” “No matter what, Marcus isn’t someone who would just run away. He might be up to something.” Dalton revealed. “You’re right. Marcus isn’t something who would just accept defeat. He is pretty self-willed.” I whispered.

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

"I can't yet...I have to be eliminated, otherwise, my mother will kill me. I'm in this competition for a reason, and she will kill me if I quit." Immediately, I knew how that was. Patience. Before I could even think through my thrown together plan, I thrust open the emergency door to the bathroom, and wade outside, into the snow. Pressed against the wall, by a man I had never seen before, was Patience. The man didn't look like a Love Pack member at all, so why he is here, I have no idea. There was no way that what I am witnessing is platonic. The man has his lips on her neck, Patience's hands wound through his dark hair. This can't be...

The opening of the storm drain was incredibly tight. Wrapped in her bulky, long black puffer coat, she started frantically unzipping it, preparing to jump straight down into the filthy sewer. But before she could even get the sleeves off, a dark shadow flashed in front of her. Mortimer had already ripped off his ridiculously expensive, designer cashmere coat, tossing it carelessly onto the wet, filthy pavement. Standing at six-foot-three and radiating pure, intimidating mass, he didn't even blink. He dropped his high-end frame cleanly into the cramped, dark opening of the sewer.