Patrick White Novels & Stories

A nasal voice spoke in a tone filled with contempt and malice. Without looking up, Felix knew that it was his step father, Luther Hart, that had made the thinly veiled sarcastic comment. For a man nearing fifty, Luther Hart was relatively attractive – a product of multiple diets and plastic surgeries. Standing at five feet eleven inches, he was just an inch shy of being six feet but he looked a bit shorter than that as he had a slight stoop. His whitening hair which had been dyed to its former black color had already begun to recede. Like the other people in the room, he was dressed corporately. An expensive custom made suit, golden Rolex and high tech laptop served as testament to his wealt

The Alpha sighed in relief when he caught sight of Dalton and adjusted his shirt which got messy during his brawl with the pack warriors who refused to let him cross the pack borders. An old frail woman stepped from behind the Alpha but the latter appeared reluctant to let the woman be anywhere afar from him. He seemed pretty protective of the woman. “I’m Alpha Blaze.” The Alpha introduced himself. “And this is Patricia, a witch who has been of great help to me and my mate.” “State your business for stepping on my territory without permission.” Dalton declared, loud and firm. “We mean no trouble. We’re here with good intention.” Alpha Blaze said with convincing honesty.

Pierce. Shawn Maddox Pierce. Twenty-Five years old with a birthday of October first. A Libra according to the human zodiac, which also mentioned that these men were kind and understanding. Big. Fucking. Surprise. Parents are both deceased. He lives primarily in California and was the running back for the San Francsico Eagles. He sustained a serious injury last year that likely keeps him off the field indefinitely according to his doctors in California. He earned his business degree from Harvard, which they say is an Ivy league school. I slam the file against my desk, hearing the wood splinter beneath it.