Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

Grumpy demanded. "I would assume that Patrick and his SSS have found us," Drace offered. "SSS?" I asked. "Supernaturally Stupid Sycophants," Tove answered me with a smile. "Could they leave the Valley?" I asked. Then remembered the gala. "Never mind. That was a stupid question. Patrick can definitely leave. If he's as powerful as Brigid implied and I felt during the dreamwalk, it doesn't surprise me that he's here." I shook my head. "Not really. He's been obsessed with me for most of my life."

V) After dream walking into Siobhan’s nightmare, Steele has been pacing in my head, growling like some feral beast. He wants blood, specifically from this Wyatt person. I knew I was going to have to ask Patrick about this dude so I can find the pride he belongs to. Just as I’m thinking about finding him, Patrick shows up in my office. He flops down in the chair across from me, throwing his feet up on my desk. I can’t help but narrow my eyes at his dirty shoes on my clean desk. “Can I help you?” I ask through gritted teeth.

"It's a pity Patrick and you're just going to be gay! Please, be mine!" "Okay, class! Quiet!" Sir Zafar shouted and looked at Patrick, "Are you done with your introduction, Mr. Lim?" "Not yet! So ... I'll continue. I'm Patrick Lim, nineteen years old. Then this fat and ugly witch next to me is my twin and she'll be the one to introduce you," and he even pointed out to Patricia. Patty glared at her twin before standing up, "Way to go, Pat. So, hi everyone! I am Patricia Lim, nineteen years old, and I live at Ong Yiu. My hobby is darts! That's all!"

Collen shrugged his shoulders. "Screw that! Why should we give our lives away!?" As if on cue Patrick's eyes began spasming, moments later he fell to the floor and began convulsing. "Go ahead take the tape off his mouth. I want them to see everything." Patrick's whole body began shaking violently vomiting uncontrollably, his mouth foaming.

He growled as he turned back around. "This is what I mean. This is why I won't trust you," he snarled. "You appear and disappear like that shit is normal. You mess around in people's heads and keep secrets, but you're still spying in our heads and asking us to trust you. I am done with you." Mr Patrick didn't seem concerned about his anger, which pissed him off more. He turned to walk away. He had a mate to protect, so he had to find a weakness in the patrols. He had no time for games.

He yells, and I purse my lips. We both walk in silence for a couple of seconds and a couple walking their dog stares at us as we move through their neighborhood. It’s impossible. It’s quite impossible for a single person to blow all that money in over a year. That just does not happen. “Tell me about Patrick.” I say to him and he smiles sadly. Chad never yells at me out of anger, no matter what. So he must really be in pain. “Patrick got exposed to some deadly chemicals three months back. He was fine for a month, and then after that, he couldn’t sleep for even a night.” Chad begins to explain and I listen to him attentively.

Once I become a suspect, my name will be spoiled and can never get back to the way I was. " How dare you call her a bitch after she died," Patrick muttered. He's mad and grieving at the same time. My life's a mess. This is only the beginning.

“Because you don’t have enough on your plate?” My lips formed a straight line. “Because she said it would be good for me.” I considered what she’d said. “It would be a good name association. I don’t know. I think it’s something Bryce said to me that's eating at me.” Patrick plopped down on the sofa and kicked his feet onto the glass coffee table. Faking a full body shiver, he said, “I’d think most anything he said would eat at you. Kind of like a tapeworm, you know, from the inside until nothing was left. Why are you even considering what he’d say?”

he snarled the words. “Rumors?” Heath lifted an eyebrow. “The Triquetra’s whore is how I heard it put,” Patrick responded. “Apparently you and your two friends have quite the reputation for seducing young girls.” “I am nineteen, Mr Carter,” Heath put his hands into his pockets and leaned back slightly on the car, at ease. His smile was rueful. “What were you doing when you were nineteen?” “Hmm,” Patrick was not impressed. “I did not have your reputation when I was nineteen.”

Patrick sat, and she sat facing Patrick. Patrick stared up at her, and he didn't say anything as he watched her sit. Patrick obviously admired fair ladies because he was a dark-skinned guy with a dark complexion, so he didn't question why she sat next to him. Patrick entertained female strippers when he went clubbing with his friends, Alex, Matthew, and David. Then he wasn't in any serious relationship, and he hadn't met Tina then, so he didn't flinch when she touched his hand and spoke to him seductively.