Patrick Verona Novels & Stories

I answered Patrick still seemed confused so I stood up and walked over to him. "May I?" I asked holding out my hands. He looked worried but placed his hands in mine. Craig stepped up to my back and put his arm around me, protectively. I looked into Patrick's eyes. {He's happy not to be the next Alpha. He hopes that Craig will keep him as a first though. He likes that position. It's powerful but not as dangerous and he needs to keep his family safe. He has two little boys at home and a newly changed wife, Virginia the one you met at the party. They were going to wait to change her and have another child but when the Nightmare came, he didn't want to risk her getting sick. He adores her and hi

Logan Watson was wearing a black notch lapel blazer suit and he wore a plain black shirt underneath it, which he had paired with tight-fitted black trousers. My eyes found him again and I noticed a different emotion swirling in his eyes that I have seen only a couple of times by now, but I was never able to put a finger on it. The emotion was so deep and intense that I had to avert my eyes if I didn't want to crumble to my feet right here. Gosh, how much I missed seeing those eyes in these past few days. Scarlet nudged me to bring me back to my senses and pulled me towards the table. “Hey, baby girl,” Patrick was soon on his feet, approaching Scar in a second. I stood there awkwardly when Pa

— THIRTY MINUTES TO THE WEDDING "We're in the car now, Padre." Verona rolled her eyes. She was struggling to hold a sleeping Archie and answer the call simultaneously. Her father, as usual, was a pain in the ass. "Where is Lorena?" He screamed through the phone. Verona glanced behind her sister hurdled at the limo's backseat, a faraway look in her eyes. "Lore?" She called gently. "Huh?" Lorena replied, her gaze resting on the views from the window.

Music played in the background, adding to the celebratory ambiance of the evening. Donovan stood before the gathered crowd, a smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass in a toast. "First and foremost, I give God thanks and secondly, I must thank my dear wife, Mrs Braide Donovan Garrett," he stated proudly, his voice warm with affection. "Your unwavering support, love, and belief in me have been my greatest source of strength. I am endlessly grateful for finding you." Boma's cheeks flushed with pride as Donovan's words washed over her, and she met his gaze with affectionate admiration. The crowd erupted into cheers, echoing Donovan's sentiments and celebrating the newfound victory.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

They were just generally less skilful than the archers. The man furthest from Valor, seated directly opposite Greg, was Giovanni Patterson - a six-foot-two blonde with a defined jawline, thin lips and narrow frame. His muscles bulged from the baby blue short-sleeved shirt and his complementary blue eyes had already been stuck on Lucy the moment he was called back in.

Patrick loosens his neck-tie watching his father playing expertly with the body of a girl half his age. “I have no idea how those two even survived the blast when Rita had informed me, they were in there the entire time?” Patrick grunted before settling on the chair in front of them and took a glass of whiskey. His eyes enjoying the show. Hearing that, his father pinches her nipples hard as if punishing her before biting at her exposed neck.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

"No, not Miss Carter. She is Luna of the Black Thorn Pack," said Patrick. The makeup artist was confused. "What?" "She is my mate." Patrick glanced at the makeup artist. "What do you think you should call her?" The makeup artist's face paled, and sweat immediately appeared on her forehead. Her delicate makeup was ruined by sweat. Damon, who was behind the crowd, suddenly raised his head. He stared blankly at the couple not far from him. In the next moment, he lowered his head, but he no longer concealed the hatred and sadness in his eyes.

Rowell, Daseung and TOP hopped in TOP’s Chevy Truck while L, Sonny and Patrick hopped in Patrick’s Audi. Shit. This has to end tonight. Patrick has been too sick about these Mafia Wars. He has been living for this. This has been his life. He lived this life where he never knew if he would live the next day. He lived in life holding guns and undergoing basic training to be strong and be the best. It was tiring. Everything that their parents started. Everything is getting tiring and Patrick wants to end this now. Killing Jacob or not, it has to end and he has to save his only family left. Patrice Kwon.