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

Leaning on his walking cane, he said smilingly, "Thank you for attending my grandson's birthday banquet, everyone. On behalf of the Strauss family, I …" Trent cut Tom off before he could finish his sentence. "How about I speak on behalf of the people of Maltford too? Where's Mr. Patrick?" Tom narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "And you are?" Frowning, Trent's subordinate immediately yelled, "He's the great Trent Richardson!" Tom smiled and said, "Trent? I've never heard of him." "You… That's not surprising. You're an old man, so it's normal for you to lose your senses."

Paul said. “Yeah, being convicted for something you didn’t do, especially an assault charge, can fuck a man’s head up. Poor Ghost. He was a Marine, the baddest jujitsu motherfucker they had. He served our country and they sent his ass to prison,” Marty said. “But, enough about the matchmaking, let’s get to this sexy thing next to me.” “Get your hands off me,” Jackie sneered.

~Prologue (In Lexia's Point Of View) "Cross him off the list." My assistant turns from where he was facing the board, looking at me sardonically. He's not really my assistant, in fact, he hates when I refer to him as that. But I wouldn't go as far to say that this man, Adrian, is my friend. "Why?" He questions, balancing a red permanent marker between his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I back up a few steps and sit on the edge of my desk, mindful of the papers scattered on it.

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

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.