Patrick Verona Novels & Stories

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ REVELATION ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~ARTHUR'S POV~★✐✐★ Patrick's acting like a kid in front of us while he is hugging Trenton while pretending to cry. "Next time, I'll defeat you!" He scowls.

Patrick I was pacing the corridor of the exclusive care unit where Valera was, my heart heavy with the sadness of my family breaking apart and having to suddenly watch valera have a heart attack, when the doors opened and Dominic strode in with Violet in tow. With the way they were holding hands as they walked in, I felt guilty to have interrupted their private getaway. It was the first time I was seeing my son hold hands with his wife.

I watched his eyes drop in resignation as if he had just realized that no matter what he did, he was doomed. At least he stood a chance at escaping whoever sent him, but not Vincenzo. “It was Luna Charlotte”, he muttered lowly. I watched Vincenzo’s chest rise and fall rapidly and his entire body shook with anger. “She is working with somebody else. It's a woman, but I don't know anything about her. Please just let me go and I can find out everything “, he begged. He sighed in relief as Vincenzo released the pressure on his chest.

Vincenzo said, his voice cold and deadly. “Boss… I—left it… there… I didn’t take it… I—swear…” Patrick stammered, backing away as Vincenzo moved closer. “Please… believe me, Boss… I—” Vincenzo fired again, the bullet striking Patrick in the forehead. Patrick’s words died on his lips as he crumpled to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, staining the stone floor of the courtyard beneath him. Vincenzo ran a hand through his hair and turned, walking back into the mansion. Marco followed closely behind him.

His eyes were serious, searching hers for any flicker of recognition. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, or why you’re using that name,” he whispered, his voice quivering with raw, desperate emotion. “But I know my heart, and I know the woman I lost. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you back then... but I know it’s you. I know it’s you, Lorna.”

"Is the view not to your liking?" Patrick limped forward and slowly lowered himself onto a chair opposite her. Serena patted the thigh of the girl next to her. "Go on. Serve Mr. Pei some food." The entertainer giggled, sashaying over to Patrick and practically draping herself over his injured shoulder, acting as if her bones had turned to water. Patrick shot up like he’d been electrocuted. "Lady Serena! What is the meaning of this?" Serena feigned surprise. "Oh, my apologies. I forgot. Patrick Pei is the Capital's most honorable gentleman. Pure as driven snow." She waved her hand. "Come back here, darling. Don't soil him."

I smile at that tension leaving me as I type out my number leaving him standing there. Going back inside I find Mr Parker talking to the groom I think Carter is his name " Amanda " Mr Parker's friend " he laughs at that " I forget you funny anyway thank you for coming " yes and congratulations to you and your beautiful wife " Thank you " I look back at Travis as Kate walks close to us " I need to leave see you later " of course " he tells me squeezing my hand as I nod to Kate leaving.

Vincent's voice held a note of conviction as he countered, "I know it won't be easy, Patrick, but Zara's strength is increasing, and her memories are clearing. She deserves to hear the truth from you, to avoid hearing twisted tales from elsewhere. It's time for her to know her own story." An intense argument ensued, filled with conflicting perspectives and the weight of responsibility. Vincent's loyalty to the pack urged him to unveil the truth, to guide Zara through the complexities of her existence. Patrick, on the other hand, grappled with the fear of burdening his daughter with a painful history.

Hearing the sound of the shower from her bedroom, Avita licked her lips and bit the corner of her bottom lip for about a minute while she considered something. Her eyes brightened, and she tossed the apron aside, striding confidently to the bedroom. Patrick was in the washroom, cleaning his bronze-tanned skin to remove any sweat that had gathered over the long drive. He was rather tall, with a well-proportioned figure. He enjoys working out, and his body is an asset that Avita, his girlfriend, adores. He understood why ladies would abandon a wealthy man in favor of a man with a good and hot figure. He had fought hard to get his bae, and there was no way he was going to stop now and lose her.