Sigma Patrick Bateman Novels & Stories

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

Patrick exclaimed in disbelief, and our gazes were drawn to her, who was standing a few feet away and talking to Matt, her hand on her huge protruding belly. “She was the only one in our batch who despised physical relationships,” he remarked, laughing. “People change,” I say, winking at him. “Like how you become all softie in front of Scarlet,” Patrick bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to smile. “She was furious when I told her I couldn't take her to the reunion. “She was about to bite my head off because I forced her to buy a dress for this function, but thankfully I called Nat yesterday and she said only batchmates are invited,” Patrick said, shaking his head.

he dropped the ball and without watching it bounce, he swings his tiny legs in the air while running into the house. Sir Patrick is the trusted butler of the house, he's in charge of caring for the house when the Adebanjos’ are not around. he's in his mid-forties and is granted due respect that everyone refers to him as sir. He isn't the most handsome piece of work, neither is he close to it. He's average in height, plump, accompanied with a pot belly that makes it difficult for his uniform to button perfectly and plastered on his oval shaped face is a ridiculous mustache that colonized his chin and not complimenting his skinned-cut head. But underneath all this layers is a funny and reliabl

Levi spits out across the forest and it's clear for everyone to see that his patience is running out. "is it really such a bad thing if she's gone? She's nothing but trouble like her bastard of a brother." my head instantly flies up when I hear those words and I quickly see who said it, Rhys fucking Bateman. He's a warrior and an asshole and I've not been a fan of him since I first meet him but lately, I've come to hate him even more as he's not been quiet about his hatred towards Emily because of what her brother has done.

Looking at him, I found him a little strange for a moment. Patrick called out to me, "Janetta Nolan." When I looked at him, he looked at me with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Didn't you say that you were worried that he would lose the bet between me and him? Let me tell you, if I gamble with him, the probability that I will lose will be 90%." "How is this possible?" I blurted out. Subconsciously, I never thought that Patrick would lose. Also, Shelton was just the boss of the Holy Spirit Hospital behind-the-scenes.

Damian tightened his grip, choking the staff member, until the secretary rushed in. "Mrs. Patton is alive! She took a Frostuolton flight, not Oathinend. Just a name mix-up," said the secretary, breathless. Damian released the staff member, who collapsed with a gasp.

Batman. While walking from the secret elevator to the main elevators within the catacombs of Infinity my purse vibrated. I stopped and moved to the side of the hallway as it vibrated again. I removed my phone from my purse and held my breath as I swiped the screen. Am I ready to hear his voice again? Will he be upset that I'm making Isaac wait? Am I making him wait? A lump formed in my throat until I saw the name: PATRICK. "Pat," I whispered into the phone. "So...tell me. I've been worried sick. Is there a problem?" "N-No, I can't talk right now." "But you're all right? Tell me you're all right," Patrick implored. "Yes." The way my cheeks rose into a hint of a smile told me that I was—all r

Those night walkers are savages, and they would ruin the balance of this world. As the meeting drew to a close, Alexandro stood, his betas immediately rising with him. "We do not yield," he said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "We are the Blood Moon Pack. We do not bow to fear. We do not retreat. We conquer." A ripple of pride spread through the room. Heads bowed, fists struck over hearts. Serena’s heart thudded heavily in her chest. This was the man she had married. And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Is he trying to sniff Katrina? "What's the matter with you?" he asks, raising his voice. Beta Rafael is an incurable seducer. At 29 years old, he hasn't found a mate yet, but he has been through more beds than he can count. Almost all the females in the pack have passed through his hands, but his weakness is blondes. He has even said that if his mate is not blonde, he will reject her. "Who is she?" His hoarse voice awakens Remus, who only wants to teach him a lesson. "I have never seen her before. She doesn't smell like the others. What is she? What does her wolf look like?"