Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

Jorge became famous as the mad priest and his son, later to become an athiest, would be ashamed of his father illogicalities. Charles Roach would later become a member of that same London bridge cult, which actually wasn't a cult, but a support group for people with all kind of mental dysfunctions, so they had a church of somesort there, under the patroits bridge beside the famous Marco bar, saving goths, alcoholics, narcisrsts, drug addicts and ruining Marcos business, which was fine, because after the death of Marcos best friend, adulf Cain, the bartender was ever guilty of selling the last pill that would take the life of the 15 year old.

“Keep her here and don’t let her out till I say so.” “No, no, no. Please don’t leave me here.” I don’t pay attention to what she’s saying. I move out of the cell and ring Arthur with my phone and he picks up on the second ring. “What are you doing, Mom? One of my pack security just called me. What are you doing with Justin in the secured cell?” “Who killed Adrian?” I asked him, ignoring his questions. He doesn’t speak or answer me on the call. I know he heard me, he’s stunned that I know that Adrian is dead.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

"You mean to adopt Rita?" Colfre asked Morrigan. By the midday, Morrigan visited Colfre to tend on his injuries. The queen's feather-like touches peel the bandages on his back slowly but no matter how careful Morrigan is her slight movement still makes Colfre wince in pain. Morrigan winces along with Colfre in every flinch the man beside her does. Her eyes look carefully at his wounds, looking at the dark-colored bruises and the slightly scabbing wounds on his back. “Does it still hurts?” Morrigan asked, her mind thinking of how much the man she adored is feeling right now, but Colfre just shifted his gaze to her. “My Queen that is not the pressing matter. I asked you if you are serious abou

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

What was left of his face was frozen in something between agony and shock. He was in pain, but he was refusing to die. I knew that very well. For a wolf to fight until he took his last breath. He could make it easier for himself, but he did not want to. He was choosing to live in agony and die in pain. But that wasn’t what made me stop cold. It wasn't what made me stop my tracks completely as I looked him dead in the eye, well, if I could call them eyes at this point. It was the mark carved into his chest, deep, deliberate, unmistakable.

“His name is Theodore, he says that he is a messenger…” “Mariana is the one who put these numbers,” I said, and both men frowned in confusion. If anyone knew who Theodore worked for, it was me. The man has helped her with finding the right woman to abort her pregnancies without my father finding out. And IF the pack’s doctor had her position now, it was because he wanted her to have it. Of course, it came in the benefit of the one person that he was loyal to, and that was Mariana. “Theodore is one of her most trusted men.”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

The time is not right. The warrior takes a break from my back as Alphonse steps in front of the bastard next to me. He’s got an attitude and he’s bleeding from his head. I recognize him as Paul, I didn’t see him often, but he was assigned to clean up. He came in after events from dinner to parties and got rid of the mess.