Patrick Verona Novels & Stories

"Ugh, not only is he handsome and alluring, but he's also so debonair. I can feel my heart beating for him." "I have no idea what he's talking about, but that won't stop me from becoming his fan!" "Our meeting has never been written in the stars; we wouldn't have met if not for your good looks." "Hahaha! I have no idea what he's saying, either, but it sounds really classy." "I just searched for him online. His name is Patrick Horton, and he's a Marvonian. He's 28 this year and currently works at Vargam Pharmaceutical Research Lab, but his actual position is classified information.

Philip said, holding out a long glass-covered rectangular box to me. I marveled at the sight of the brown leather Vacheron Constantine wristwatch. "It's-it's beautiful, this must have cost a fortune." "It did," He grunted. We arrived at the venue where the party was being held, and as I expected, the paparazzi flooded the front of the building. Philip and I walked past them with the bouncers clearing them out of the way. He held me by my waist and we entered the hall. "Philip, my boy." An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us.

Out of curiosity he opened his laptop and looked up his mates again before running several searches on what was publicly available about their families, acquainting himself with a many details of their lives as he could. He found photos of teenaged Cameron and Heath in football uniforms, sweaty and grass stained, their arms around each other’s shoulders and that of another werewolf who looked vaguely familiar. The caption on the photo was “Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, and Rohan Thurman celebrate the Havermouth Hounds’avermo HaHh finals win.” “Hmm,” he was not surprised that his mates knew Rohan Thurman, they belonged to the same pack, after all, but it did add a new element of complication to

Her mouth was glued shut. "Hey..." someone patted her on the shoulder as Jenna turned to meet Rachel. They hugged each other before Rachel also cast soil to the coffin, followed by Damon who too found himself hugging Jenna. Carter Hall was also present, having being a great part to the final days of Nick and behind him was a woman—Katie Patterson. It had taken her a very short time to realize who the Blue Streak actually was as she and Carter cast their soil. Peter Andrews and Susan Claire followed soon after while Jenna met with more familiar faces like Mona; the woman who had helped her give birth to Natasha back in Hawaii.

Damn, is this the mafia life and the reason why Dr Patrick doesn't want to get into it even though he's part of the family? *******

Carter grit his teeth for the next hour and howled in rage. “Moon Goddess! End my agony” Verona cried out in a sobs. “Please kill my son! I would rather see him dead than be a carbon copy of his father! Lucius Luthor, I Verona Luthor REJECT YOU!” She screamed. She cried out in more pain as the connection to her chosen mate snapped, afterwards, Verona passed out from the pain. He kept staring at me like he wanted to say something pain, written all over his face.

His large hand gripped under his chin, his fingers digging into his cheeks harshly. “You listen to me,” he snarled. “Doriane is mine and anyone who comes between that is going to be killed. That includes you. You need to tell me right now or I am going to end your pathetic life and find her on my own.” Patrick’s eyes flittered around the room as if searching for help, before he weakly nodded his head. Levi released his hold, but kept his face close to his while maintaining what little control he had over his wolf.