Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

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

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

"A tree fell across the road. It's blocking our way." Phineas gritted his teeth and lunged at Morton, trying to grab the stun baton from his hands. But Morton kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying backward. He then planted a foot on Phineas' chest. "You want me to kill you, don't you? Why do you keep pushing my buttons? You think knowing a little computer stuff makes you special? Out here, killing you would be as easy as snapping a chicken's neck! "Cody, Brett, beat the crap out of him!" Morton looked at the two men beside him. "Teach him a lesson. Don't hit his head, though. I'm going to check on that tree. Keep an eye on everyone."

She said nervously. “Tom Adams?” Olivia and I spoked at the same time. The guy who was in front of us, was not nothing like the popular basketball player who was in charge of making my life impossible. Where years ago was blond hair and a muscular body, now there was a bald head and a beer belly. “Minister Adams.” He said correcting us “I am the minister of the largest Christian church in the city.” He looked at us with an amused smile. “I can't believe it's you!” He turned to see a pale Hillary “Honey, go drink something full of sugar, you look very pale.”

Just in a swift second, he gritted his teeth, "maybe you would've done the homework properly. l can hear your filthy thoughts loud and clear." Morton tried to look up at him but his condition wasn't that good. His whole body covered in cuts and bruises, shirt torn and limping his body to move because of the amount of beating he has to go through. But they say habit is a habit. David stopped when he heard Morton laughing. "You my friend are very immature; you see the problem isn't me....... It's you." Morton sat up looking at David. David just tilted his head, maintaining the glare. "Paul Andrew....... Unlucky I must say. Seriously was good with everyone but had to go through such amount of p

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Originally intending to open his mouth to comfort him, he spoke first. What do you have to be sad about, as long as I pass, it's fine, right?" "You passed?" James looked at Mark in surprise. "Didn't you find my name? It's at 249." Mark was surprised by Hainan's unbelievable reaction. He's been searching for so long without seeing your name? That's strange.

I manage to roll out from underneath him quickly, but before I can get back on my feet, he’s on me again. This isn’t like sparring at the complex; not even close. Nothing could’ve adequately prepared me to take on someone like Xavier. There’s a reason that nobody has been able to kill him thus far. He’s strong. Fast. Lethal. Ruthless. The asshole kills for sport.

Mia Scarlett buried her face in her hands. "This is not happening." Sophie clapped her hands together with delight. "Ah! So I was right! Morton, yes? Your deliciously tall, dark, and brooding ex-husband who looks like he stepped out of a particularly expensive advertisement for Swiss watches?" "How do you know Morton?" I asked, because this conversation had taken so many turns I was getting dizzy trying to follow it. "Oh, ma chérie, everyone in our circles knows Morton. He's quite famous, actually—the billionaire who walked away from his father's empire to become an independent investor. Very romantic, very mysterious. And those shoulders!" Sophie fanned herself dramatically. "The man could