Patrick White Novels & Stories

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

His expression went from anger to confusion to shock in the span of a heartbeat. The curtain ripped open. Madam Fantasy was there with Keiko and Cammie and two of the security guys. Their footsteps thundered on the carpet. But it was too late. Ace's voice was hoarse, damaged from the pepper spray, but I heard every word clearly. "Jane Puckett?" The world stopped spinning. The music cut out. Everything went silent except for the sound of my own breathing and his ragged gasps as the pepper spray did its work. I stared up at him. At his red, watering eyes. At the bite mark on his hand that was starting to bleed. At the shock written across his face.

He rolled back onto his stomach. As he grinned at me, he raised a paw larger than my head and pinned me to the ground. A rogue once taught me how to get out of this situation; it was a move that could only be performed by someone as small as a runt. As he grew at me, I twisted my body and slid out behind the back of his paw before attacking the front of his neck. Nix's surprise was unexplainable, but his amusement and love beat that emotion.

"Book a flight to Los Angeles for me. I'll leave early tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, Patrick returned to bed and closed his eyes. Patrick flew to Los Angeles, and even Christine didn't know about it. After all, Fittro Club was only one of Patrick's businesses, an insignificant one. He lingered here only because he met Gloria the other day. As the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack, Patrick was the head of the Hammond Group and was a busy man. He wouldn’t just stay in Fittro Club. Three days later, after Patrick left Gabbs, Gloria saw a familiar face in Fittro Club.

Patrick smiled faintly and replied, "I don't know yet, sir; there's just some things I need to fix first to determine my settling with your daughter." "Okay, but you know my daughter cannot keep calm about you?. Well, if you need anything or any assistance, feel free to call me," Mr. Bright said as he stood up to leave, and he extended his right hand for a handshake with Patrick. "Okay, sir," Patrick replied as he shook hands with Mr. Bright, and he watched Mr. Bright exit his office. ...... Mr. Bright got home and spoke to his wife and daughters, especially Anita, while they were eating in the dining room, saying, "I went to see Patrick Scott today, the CEO of Pat International Designs and

He was popular and a lot knew him after winning the two honorably awards as best business man of the year and hottest billionaire bachelor in town. "Hello" Patrick received the call from his third elder sister, Mrs Victoria that senior him directly with 10-years gap. "Brother, how you doing?" Mrs Victoria asked. "Am fine sis. How are your family?" Patrick asked her as he loosen his neck tie. "Fine brother. Let's get straight to the point why am calling you, why did you stepped out publicly with another woman knowing your fiancee was also there?." Patrick was silent for a while. "Sister. I never knew Willow was there, and beside I don't love her anymore" Patrick replied but Mrs Victoria flare

"Read it yourself." "Let me see," I snatched the phone away and held my breath as I read the email in my mind. ~ Blake Ashley Crawford born December 1st 1990. Mother, Cecil Rebecca Maxwell-Crawford, died giving birth to Blake. Father, Bode Alexander Crawford owner of Crawford's Sugar Mills, multi-billionaire and majority shareholder for TKO Engines Ltd. ~ I directed my attention to Paxton. "You're telling me this prick is Bode Crawford's son?"

“Have you seen my significant other?” “I haven’t. I haven’t even seen you.” I turned to Shirley. “Mrs. Carroll, this is my dear cousin, Patrick Richardson. Pat, may I introduce you to Shirley Carroll, Senator Carroll’s wife.” “From…California?” “Why, yes. I didn’t think that people in Georgia would know that.” Pat’s lips quirked. “I am from here. However, now I live with my partner in New York. It’s your husband’s work regarding the legalization of cultivating marijuana that I’m familiar with.”

I was still thinking of the next thing to do when a man, a middle aged tall man who was neatly dressed in a black suit caring a brief case in his hands come to us. " Good morning?" He greated me gently his expression a mix of concern as if he understood the pain I carried within me. My eyes zoomed on him and guessed he was a business man. " I am Ken Britstone from Britstone companies, You look so distressed, may I know you please.." I tried and mustered a weak smile on my face and replied. " Iam Whitney…Whitney Brown and he's Michael my son." I said looking at my now sleeping child tears flooded my eyes. I knew I was tortured physically and I was trying to be fine emotionally after spending

How on earth could someone as incompetent as Logan Pearce end up as the homeroom teacher of Class 3-F? Yes, Oscar Walsh—the man who had stolen Paige Harden from Logan a long time ago. Now, he found himself as one of the teachers at Saintly Woods Academy. Through his social connections, he managed to remain within Swalesbury's education circle, and those connections secured him a teaching position at the academy.