Patrick (Part 1) THE BEGINNING
I kill people for money. Not because I enjoy it—though the silence after a clean shot is peaceful—but because Mom still lives in that creaky wooden house at the edge of the old plantation. The same one where we picked cotton until my first contract paid enough to buy groceries that didn’t come from the master’s handout. She asks how I afford steak now, and I smile and say I work three jobs. If she knew the truth, she’d see me as one of *them*—the men with whips disguised as suits. But every time I pull the trigger, I’m just trying to keep her safe… and silent.The silencer clicks into place like I’ve done it a thousand times—because I have. Rain slicks the rooftop, reflecting the neon glow of downtown below. My target: Senator Vance, who signed the bill legitimizing indentured labor farms. One shot. That’s all it takes to pay for Mom’s new roof, her diabetes meds, maybe even a vacation she’ll never take.
Breath steady. Scope aligned. Finger curls.
Then my phone buzzes—unknown number. A photo loads before I can stop it: Mom, kneeling in the cotton rows, guards behind her with rifles. Text reads: You’re getting curious. Stay professional.
They know. Not who I am—but that I hesitated on the last job. And now they’re reminding me what happens if I fail.
The senator steps onto his balcony. Clear line of sight. But my hands won’t move. Was this always their plan? Use my past to chain me tighter than any iron?
Do I take the shot and vanish forever? Call the number and negotiate? Or burn it all down and go home one last time?
King Patrick
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THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
Blood Moon Vow
My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.
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