Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

For the past ten years I have been working for a huge accounting firm I have always enjoyed my job but for the past couple of years I just wanted to retire be a stay at home Dad after finding out my wife couldn't have anymore kids we were heart broken. The last miscarriage was hard on our marriage that was a year ago our sex life has been on hiatus mode but I want to get back to how things were between my wife and I. Carter my best friend walks in with a coffee in his hand " Parker " Morning ,Thank you I need this I didn't sleep well last night " Why you and Kate still not.." he makes a suggestion with his hands of people fucking ,I hit him with a pen he's an idiot he laughs " yeah i guess s

Could he really be the rector of Saintly Wood, as he claimed? "Damnit, Morty! I told you not to call me 'Rector Pearce' already! It feels weird, okay? God, I'm glad you're finally here. Everyone has been suspecting I was pretending to be some bigshot with his own private driver and shit while I was waiting!" As it turned out, Morty Picard was a rather simple-minded man who spoke his mind. "Of course! You're right as always, Rector Pearce!" he replied hurriedly, oblivious to making the same mistake Logan had told him to avoid.

"And I trusted you when you asked for an extension on the payment. But now, I feel like you're testing my patience. I don't like that." "No, Mr. Morris. I would never take advantage of you. The money is in the safe. I can show you." "Lead the way," I instruct, keeping the gun pointed at him. The other customers avoid making eye contact, pretending not to notice the situation.

I couldn't even attend the funeral - after all, he remained in the shoes of the Beast. Have they received their license yet? asked Mark, Claire Martin's husband. He was a little younger than Reid when Claire stopped wanting for Reed, was able to persuade her to marry him, and then picked up Rod's job in construction. He was able to tear it off from everywhere, and I was simply amazed at how he knew how to benefit from any turn of life. No open hunting. There were no victims yet, but they were all armed, and if someone enters their territory, they can easily pass it off as self-defense. And believe me, they are just waiting for this.

Greeting them at the top of the staircase was yet another exhibit, this one devoted to Elizabeth Paine. I read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real-life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one.

I thought this new job will help me a lot as it pays a handsome amount but I just lost it so now I’m doomed. I play with my little brother Timothy, short for Tim for sometime before there is a knock on my door. I look through the peep hole to see it is the goon Morty. “ Morty.. Why are… you here? “ I ask, scared. “ You know very well, open the door bitch. “ He shouts in a gruff voice. I slowly open the door and he barges in. He is a tall and rough looking man. He has a lot of muscles on himself but no woman can ever find him pretty. He has such a bad stink.

He felt important to Diana when she trusted him with her safety. And that damn call interrupted this rare moment, so Alpha Darren growled in annoyance. He slowly rested Diana's head on the pillow, also getting off the bed with as little movement as possible. Before going to pick up the phone, he made sure once again that Diana was sleeping comfortably. So he adjusted Diana's blanket. Only after that he went to the balcony and picked up the phone from Cedric. “Any progress on the case yet?” "You might be a little surprised. The perpetrator.... I suspect that Mr. Frank, the head of the military is involved in this case and maybe he is the important person."

Slowly he changed his mind at the last minute when he realized she would only be startled at the sight of gun. He put on his Jean and waited behind the door carefully , the incoming soft footsteps abruptly stop and that was the moment Maximo Santino attacked. He swiftly open the door in a bid to amaze the perp and jump him or her. He throw a requesting punch but Marco, who's actually the culprit was lucky enough to evade it at the last minute. Marco was dressed in a fine suit. So beautiful and clean was he with his pleasant cologne swirling around him. Maximo marvel at his cleanliness and they both lock gaze at once and Maximo sigh.

My body was pushed to its limit time and time again, but I didn't quit. When they thought I was ready, they made me go up on that old ring and face off with one of the big ones, Big Tim, he was a menace. Savagely beat on guys, with no mercy. Needless to say... I lost badly to him, almost took me two weeks to open my eyes.

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