Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

“Have you seen my significant other?” “I haven’t. I haven’t even seen you.” I turned to Shirley. “Mrs. Carroll, this is my dear cousin, Patrick Richardson. Pat, may I introduce you to Shirley Carroll, Senator Carroll’s wife.” “From…California?” “Why, yes. I didn’t think that people in Georgia would know that.” Pat’s lips quirked. “I am from here. However, now I live with my partner in New York. It’s your husband’s work regarding the legalization of cultivating marijuana that I’m familiar with.”

he sneered. My jaw dropped. Draven was pushing me beyond my limits. I was seconds away from ignoring the huge "Don't piss off the Alpha" warning sign inside my head. I was boiling in fury. My tongue became sharp and ready to spit venom. "Do you hate all the vampires or Sariel in particular?” I glowered at him. “For your information, Patrick is a half-vampire, and I don't know if he ever tasted blood once in his entire life! Moreover, you should have thought about your hatred before you signed the truce, and you got yourself the Royal Army's help!" I burst out.

I slide my purse down my shoulder as I open the new text from Dex. DEX: Want me to come over for a while? My subconscious bites back at me, knowing my reply is everything but the truth. ME: No. I'm trying to focus on that project Mrs Walker gave us. "Is everything alright?" Peter asks beside me and I shut the screen. "Everything is. Where are we headed?" "You'll see. " He answers, drumming his fingers against the wheel as he drives down my street. ~ "Have you ever done this before?" Peter asks as he crouches before me to remove my shoes and I look around us at the other people moving across the ice. I drop my gaze to him again. "I haven't. "

'Thank you, director, thank you. Before Kristen could finish her words, Ethan pulled her into the caravan. Kristen changed her dirty clothes to feel comfortable all over. Ethan received a call from Patrick, sounding a little discouraged. 'It's still the same as the first time I found it. I didn't find anything special. Although there are no loopholes, it's strange.' Patrick really did run into a slippery road in his life. He couldn't even figure out a person. Kristen smiled and asked, 'Ethan, have you noticed that the scenery here is beautiful?'

“It’s some sort of cocktail. A lot of different things have been mixed.” “It tastes amazing though,” Patrick said, taking a large sip, “also strong as fuck.” He shook his head, blinking rapidly at once, and added in a voice with a slight lisp, “definitely kicks in fast.” “It totally sounds like something a bunch of young werewolves should be having,” I said, tone sarcastic. “You know we have an amazing metabolism, Francesca,” Patrick said, taking another sip. “Do you want me to get you some?” “Yes, please,” I said, shooting a grateful smile his way.

"He started growing domestic animals. And maybe because his curious and explorative personality surfaced later, he also grew different kinds of insects. And that's how he comes up with those Bronca bugs." I nodded. My questions about Patrick's personality now had some of its answers, but another set of questions began to pop out in my mind. Who is his enemy? And just how deep is his grudge toward Patrick that he was able to do that horrible thing? "Bronca bugs are everywhere, but Patrick did crossbreeding out of them. He also introduced some viruses into their bodies." I stared at him as he explained, imagining those tiny claws creeping on my skin. As I imagined thousands of them into my bod

"Nice, I like him. Can you give him his number?" "Hey, stop that!" I look at him with disgust. "I don't want to sell my best friend to you, Pat." Patrick is bisexual. He likes to pick up anyone he finds cute, but we don't mind. All his relationships so far are with girls, and this is the first time I heard him asking for a guy's number. "Are you tired of dating girls?" I ask as I get my attention back to the players playing. "Nah, I just wanted to try cute guys like him."

I felt cold all over my body! The next second, Patrick rested his warm palm on my body! "Ah... Let go of me!" I was terrified. Pressing down on me like this, Patrick stared at me with his black eyes as if he were a small beast intending to enjoy a human being. He smiled evilly and said, "Let you go? Auntie, I will enjoy you here before everyone knows what has happened..."

Her cheekbones are well-defined, and there's something about her trimmed lashes and sculptured nose that has my dick straining in my pants. "Sir, he's waking up," Peter whispers, and I look up in time to see Patrick stir, lifting his head that was previously lolling on his shoulder to peer blearily at us. At the sight of me, his eyes widen and every trace of sleep disappears. I give him a crooked smile. "About time you woke up, Patty Boy." I coat my voice in sugary goodness but with an edge to it. His eyes are drawn to the floor where his daughter is, and he starts shaking like a leaf, tears falling out of his eyes in torrents.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.