Sigma Patrick Bateman Novels & Stories

“Wait, I have a question for you. About Siobhan.” “Not sure if I will have an answer but sure.” “Do you know anything about her being in a relationship with a werecat, tiger shifter to be specific? His name was Wyatt.” Patrick takes a moment before answering, “No. I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having a boyfriend while she was gone.” “Did she mention anything about being…raped?” I whisper. Patrick’s eyes went wide and then his pupils narrowed into slits, his irises turning black. His wolf.

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His eyes met mine, and getting up from my seat, I walked to the bar

"Don't waste my time, kid. Just spill the beans on what you know." "I'm definitely older than her," Booze muttered under his breath, regretting the day he ever crossed paths with Patricia. He exhaled heavily before continuing. "His name is Francisco Stephan, a highly lethal individual. I've heard all about his gruesome kills. They say he even feeds the flesh to his pet lion and sells the organs..." His words trailed off as Patricia made a disgusted expression.

a beep rang from inside it was non-other than chancellor Jeff Gordon. " what do you what? " with a serious face Jeff asked Patrick. Patrick stood there and said "I want to donate 100 million to the university" hearing this Jeff looked at Patrick with shocked eyes and seeing the appearance he shook his head asking" what's your name?" "I am Patrick smith from business management class " Patrick answered. Jeff said " ok now stop joking and return to your class Patrick " Patrick know he will not believe so he transferred them to Jeff's account using his name Patrick got Jeff's account no from his networks.

“By the way, do you guys know each other or should I introduce you two first?” The young woman with a petite stature turned towards him, extending her hand to Tatius. “We often meet at the cafe Aura's workplace but we rarely speak. Patricia Caroline. All the while, it s okay to just call me Pattie." "Tatius Anderson," he returned the woman's outstretched hand. “Great,” the old woman clapped her hands. “Well, so where should we start, eh? Should we start from when Alan and Aura first entered kindergarten? I think that would be an interesting topic."

As much as he wanted to make me disappear, he knew he would be miserable without me. He didn’t confirm it or deny it. “I’m fine, Cato. Really. I’ve been through worse.” His eyes moved to the wound at my shoulder, the scar I would carry for the rest of my life. “Bates is complicated. He comes off as a violent psychopath, but he’s just—” “Trying to protect you. I understand.” “He doesn’t go around raping and beating women.” “I figured. When you’re handsome and rich, you don’t really need to rape anyone…”

he said with quiet confidence, not mentioning the true purpose of this little visit to the courthouse. It was Stanton who stirred the waters. “Including the running of the mill,” he added. Rumblings started from the back of the group, but Michael shrugged off the explanation with a smart remark. “Doubt he can fix what’s wrong any more than a good old boy like Bateman can.” “Who’s Bateman?” Damien asked. The men simply stared at him for a minute before Regina answered. “Bateman is the current day foreman at the mill.” “Check it out,” Michael said, raising his voice just a bit. “He’s here to save the day and the dude doesn’t even know who the foreman is… And he thinks he’s gonna stop all the b

Or will my fate be even worse? I let a childish dream of freedom, and a wolf with kind eyes, ensnare me. Now I am in more danger than ever before. Ethan’s hand curls into a fist at his side. “Oh, let him keep his pet.” The man at the end of the table finally speaks. His voice is as smooth as silk, and, to my surprise, he speaks with a Southlands accent. “Did I ever tell you about the time my mother let me keep a rabbit?” He looks at Robert, before going back to his apple. “When she took it from me, I cried.”

"There must be something." "She just can't die," Mr. Pats said. "Bat vampires need more than that burn to finally die. She's just weak, she's alive." Just then she exhaled slowly and her healing process initiated at very slow rate. He was never happier at the moment and even kissed her forehead in that disgusting state. "See? I told you," Mr. Pats smiled saying. "Holy shit!" Jeremy suddenly exclaimed scaring Mr. Pats himself. "Mr. Pats? What, how did you get there?"

A guy in a suit came over at that moment and exclaimed with a smile. Severin merely glanced indifferently at the other party. "Fat Pat? You're here too?" "Isn't that obvious? We're all college classmates, so of course we're going to attend Lucy's wedding!" Patrick Reece, whom everyone called Fat Pat, said with a sarcastic look on his face. He then added, "By the way, when you and I were going after Lucy, she looked down on me and got together with you. I remember how smug you were at that time. Look at you now. Can you even see what you've become? You dress like some hobo!"