Sigma Patrick Bateman Novels & Stories

Faced with his question, Patricia calmly placed Randy back on the bed and extended her hand towards him in the manner of a stranger. Calmly she spoke to him, "Mr. Langley, hello. I am the cardiology professor you hired, Patricia Watson. I look forward to working together in the future." Martin stared at her in disbelief. "You are Professor. Watson?" Patricia suppressed her resentment towards him and gracefully replied, "My alias is Natalie, my real name is Patricia." Upon hearing this, Martin's face turned ugly. "So you're Natalie！" The professor he had tried countless ways to bring back turned out to be his ex-wife. Seeing his expression, Patricia felt a sense of satisfaction, maintaining h

"You have trespassed into the Valemont soil. You have taken my son. Tell me who ordered it, or I will peel the hide from your bones before the sun rises too high." The man chuckled, the deep phlegmy sound rattling in his broad chest. "Threaten me with your claws, boy. I hunted the abominations of your rejected mate’s bloodline when your father was just claiming his pack. I am Patrick. St. Patrick to those who consider me a savior of this world. Your fangs mean nothing to the man who has spent fifty years destroying the taint of the Nullifiers."

Stanley Batton was a man of few words most of the time, preferring to hold Xyla Quest in his arms while he drank and listened to her. He never had eyes for anyone else. The others still found it sweet despite being so used to seeing the couple being intimate with each other. While everyone was chatting, Josh Batton’s phone started ringing. He answered instantly when he saw Annabeth Cates calling, hurrying outside while the others continued to chat. “Xyla, I’m working on a new project. Would you be interested in it?” Henry Armstrong asked.

Walking towards the bathroom to get myself ready. As I prepare myself, I'd like to introduce myself to you. My name is Patima Takahashi, a typical- you could say- rich girl but not a brat. I'm not spoiled like how the others are. Maybe my father is spoiling me but I am afraid of him. His attitude isn't the one I like really. But enough talking about him. The house in front of ours is from my friend, his name is Mark Jacob Watanabe or more known as MJ but because of some circumstances, we aren't able to contact each other.

"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."

Bryson ignored her, took back his card, put it into his wallet, then turned and left. Betty followed him. Just as she arrived at the entrance of the second room, a fat man bumped into her. Betty quickly retreated, but this man's sharp eyes discovered her. "Ms. Bates, it's you! What a coincidence, you came to drink with us. Last time, you left without drinking, so let's call it an apology this time!" Betty looked and recognized him as the big sponsor of the movie, Paxton Odom. She quickly smiled and rejected him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Odom. My friend and I are having a meal, it's not convenient."

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

“Dominic won’t know what hit him.” Aurora's POV Dominic was restless that evening, pacing the length of our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching him with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly, knowing he wouldn’t want to burden me with his troubles. He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Patrick,” he admitted after a moment. “He’s working with someone dangerous, someone who has the resources to cause real damage.” My heart sank. “Who?” “Carlos Santana,” Dominic said, his voice tight with frustration. “He’s an underground power broker, known for toppling empires and leaving chaos in his wake. If Patrick has teamed up with him…” He trailed off, his expression darkening.

I may be hurt, but I have experienced being loved by STUART CORDOVAL. I am Patricia Sandoval, no longer sold to my ex-husband – now officially Patricia Sandoval-Cordoval.