Patrick Verona Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“There is no way that you are entering into a pretend marriage with ‘the’ William Armani, He has only been featured on Clique magazine for being one of the youngest and hottest billionaires for like what, 4 times in a row now? He even campaigned in that weird but sexy Calvin Klein underwear advertisement last year.” “So he’s like a celebrity?” I ask with uncertainty and she rolls her eyes smacking her forehead. “Yes, Bails, what are you Patrick?” She says and she smacks her forehead profusely while I couldn't help but laugh at the cute spongebob reference. “I can’t believe you don’t know him… well he might as well be mistaken for a ghost or a spy because aside from the occasional features fr

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.

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

Patrick, as he continues to speak, “it’s good to see you, how are you?” Mr. Patrick says to me sounding chirpy as always, “I’m doing alright, how are your wife and the kids” “all good dear, all good,” The man seated on the opposite side of Mr. Patrick looks like he is in his late twenties, he introduces himself to me as John Provo, Stiliyan Dimitros lawyer.

Logan Watson was dressed in a black notch lapel blazer suit with a plain black shirt underneath and tight-fitted black trousers. My gaze returned to him, and I noticed a different emotion swirling in his eyes that I had only seen a couple of times before, but I had never been able to put a finger on it. The emotion was so intense that I had to avert my gaze if I didn't want to crumble to my feet right here. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed seeing those eyes in the last few days. Scarlet nudged me to bring me back to reality and drew me to the table. “Hey, baby girl,” Patrick was on his feet in a flash, approaching Scar. When Patrick took Scar's hand and kissed it while looking at her loving

— 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.