Zombie Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and made my way to the bar. The music was so loud, I could feel it in my ribs. The bass thrums through my veins. I caught the bartender's eye and mouthed Mill Street. With a nod, he started filling a pint glass. “Yo, man!” I turned. Woody, our goalie, was walking toward me, Parker Lockwood right behind him. I still wasn’t sure if Woody was actually his name. Nobody called him anything else. “How did you manage not to miss this party?” Woody said, pulling me into a quick dap.

I stared at Seth eagerly, "what happened? Did you get to see anything vital?" Seth sighed, spreading out his arms as he laid on his back. "I didn't get to enter the house. Patrick had been making his search before I arrived and it turns out he can't access the computer. And there is no implicating document lying around." My face fell at the turn out of event, "that doesn't sound pleasing enough." "Well, there is something good to share. Patrick thought of hiring an hacker instead, he would break into the systems firewall and get all of the document for us to check through."

That means they knew my man was tailing my mate, and they somehow knocked him unconscious. We cut along the road that they would have taken, and just when we get to the town's outskirts, we find my pack member. Patrick is in human form, and he smells strongly of wolfsbane. Ben- Send a medical team, Vince. Patrick is down near Huff Street. My mate was going to the theater. Send a five-person team to the theater.

She surely recognized Enzo thanks to Lilith's not-so-light obsession with him. “They’re not my dates — they’re my guests,” she said quickly. “Sorry, I’m so rude. Didn’t even introduce you. Lora, this is Mr. Lorenzo Casello, from my internship, and his brother, Alexei. Lorenzo and Lex, my roommate, Lora Voltse.” Lora raised her auburn eyebrows at Lilith in mock surprise. “It is so nice of both of you to come to the concert. You really shouldn’t have — these flowers are too much. And Enzo—”

“I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.” “Yes,” he rested his hip against his desk. “Tragic. Were they a client of ours?” “Yes, but Heath…” She hesitated, fidgeting with the file that she held. “The man who died… He was Patrick Carter.” “Oh,” Heath felt as if he had been punched in the guts. “Oh.”

After drinking, I finally told her about Seth's mother and Patrick. What surprised me was that Lisa interrupted me as I was halfway done with my narration. She said, "Please, be sober. Patrick is the President of Towering High Group. No matter how shameless he is, he won't do anything to those who are old, ill, disabled, or weak." Hearing her wods, I was silent all of a sudden. "Is that so?" "It seems so." "But..."

Patrick grimly intoned, fishing a half-crushed pack of Camels from the back pocket of his jeans. “Aye,” Declan agreed, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees. “How is old Ed, anyway?” “He’s stable, I think. Took one’a those bullets in the chest, collapsed a lung. So he’s on a ventilator, in and out of consciousness. But it looks like me might pull through.” Patrick placed the cigarette between his lips and plucked a tarnished silver zippo from the pocket of his kutte. He lit the cigarette, inhaled, exhaled. “And that is very good news for you and your old man.”

Bart said, howling in his head. “No!” and Patrick just closed his eyes and caught the bridge of his nose thinking at everything that happened, but right then he remembered something. “Bring the Thompson’s here!” he mindlink his gamma. “All three?” Kellan Evans, Patrick's gamma asked, a little bit stunned. “All three, Kellan. Do I need to repeat myself?” and Patrick puffs, imitating a train approaching the station. When the door opened Kellan , who is 6.5 ft and has the physical constitution of Dwayne Johnson, pushed Pete Thompson inside, hitting him over his head.

"Allen Peterson, the Bright Zomie you beat last night, he is dead." "What do you say, it's impossible?" Allen Peterson is sure of his own attack. Although his shot is a little heavy, at most, he will let the other party lie in the hospital for two days, which will never kill people. "Tell me carefully what you know." "I don't know very well. I only know that Bright Zomie was sent to the hospital last night, and the news of his death came out early this morning." Allen Peterson pressed off the phone. There is definitely something wrong with this matter. He must go out and find out what's going on, otherwise, it will bring him great trouble.