Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He was not as repulsed as he had been in the past, but these past few days, that girl has been behaving very weirdly. He would sometimes find her sitting in a daze and he would call out her name for quite some time before she respond. Anyway, as long as his baby was healthy, he did not care about anything else. Mark stopped his thoughts from running wild and concentrated on reading the letter before him. After seeing that their manifesto was great, he responded and even invited them to his party! …. At the northern mountain…… Ashton looked at the report sent by Tom and nodded his head. He was pleased with how seriously Tom and the rest had taken the assignment.

He steps into view. His left hand is wrapped. Blood has soaked through the cloth in the shape of the new mark. His shirt is torn, one side dark where the baton found his ribs. He looks like a man who has been dragged through a machine and taken notes on the design flaws. The Director says, “Mr. Morton is not her handler.” The screens shift. Damian’s hand on the black plate. My hand on the silver. The two burns matched in ugly light. “He is the other half of the lock.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

Or about my missing curfew and sleeping in the woods? He cocks his head. "I apologize for taking so long to bring you in for a conversation. It's been a busy week getting everything situated with the new students, and then there are the adjustments we are making to exams this year, and..." He trails off and smiles--a genuine, warm smile. "Well. You don't need to hear about all of that, do you? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Richard Stroud." The sudden shift has me feeling like I'm on a roller coaster. Wait. So he's not mad at me for something?

Like literally murder the hell out of us. Mark has been my best friend for a long time now, since I first came to this university, and we have been very close ever since he saved me from some guys who wanted to bully me. Well, that was before everyone knew I was rich. I have made them think my brother is the one who is rich. What they don't know is that this is actually my money, just that my brother and I are in this powerful business partnership. Mark finally manages to catch up to me. He is panting heavily. " Girl, you can run. " He put his hand over what I could assume is his fast-beating heart.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

He would have no choice to come back to me. As for Maxwell Murray, I am not that bothered about him. He doesn’t have what it takes to lead Crescent pack. He may be acting tough and brave now, but I doubt it will last for long. As long as Arthur lives, he will continue to live in Arthur’s shadows. I looked down at my leg. I had intentionally given myself a scratch and had my servant embalm it to make it look big. If I was going to get him to stay, then I must at least make sure it looks real. I lay on the bed, sampled my feet with the wound showing vividly. I made sure to look tattered and the part.

Not nearly as on edge as I was a few minutes ago. A few hours later, and Dr. Matthews approaches. I stand up from my chair, crossing the distance to him. I was surprised to see him hear, but Colton had informed me that he had arranged for Dr. Matthews to be here, as he was our family doctor, and knew our cases much more personally. I was thankful for Colton once more, as he had gone above and beyond in my time of need. I would have to remind myself to pay it back to him.