Patrick White Novels & Stories

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

She read for twenty minutes while Xavier sat in the chair at the corner of the desk — not watching her, or not obviously watching her, his gaze directed at the whiteboard though she could tell from the stillness of him that his attention was in the room — and the room was quiet except for the sound of her turning pages and the occasional distant sound of the city below. Paul Whitmore was forty-three years old when he died. He had a wife named Susan and three daughters. He had coached his eldest daughter's soccer team for four years. He had an eighteen-month-old mortgage on a house in Virginia that Susan had finished paying off two years after his death, alone, with the settlement from the ca

It wasn't quite a few minutes after he was told that he saw Santiago Blake strode out in his tall physique and turned to glance at someone seated, he paused and asked “Were you invited for the presentation?” “Yes sir” Patrick replied, standing up and smoothing his suit. His heart was beating fast. This must be Santiago Blake, the President of the company. He'd read about him and knew a few things about him. His family is wealthy and his net worth was far higher than Adrian Lester, if he could still remember. “Can you wait for me, I'll go through your file myself” Santiago requested. He needed to join Charlotte for lunch and be back. “I'll gladly do sir” Patrick answered, a beam of excitement

dispensary in Florida. And I’m a cop.” I took and deep breath and laughed while shrugging my shoulders. He chuckled and I swore I saw tears forming in his eyes. He sniffed and wiped at his nose, “My name is Thorn. Thorn was written on a piece of paper and pinned to my clothes at the hospital I was left in. My adopted parents kept it. I grew up a only child and played football. I have been a blue collar guy most of my life. I move states every year and enjoy drinking more than I should-“ a loud bang sounded from the end of the barn and Thorn and I both jumped up and the room felt colder as Maxine and Eddie walked in. Great. Now I gotta deal with this evil bitch all over again. She was wearin

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? *******

POV: ELISABETH “Several reports continued to appear in the newspapers, along with notifications on my phone. I increased the TV volume upon hearing Patrick's name: “The renowned and youngest CEO, Patrick Morgan, a businessman and owner of Seattle's most respected publisher, SoundStory Press, became embroiled in controversy that divided opinions. An intimate photo surfaced showing him with his ex-wife, skirts lifted, depicting an act clearly not consensual. Miss Heloise Forbs gave statements to the press to clarify the events, shocking the public with her words:

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.