Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

The fact that I had not died was a problem for them. "Let him in." I said, rising from my chair to allow my full size as Patrick entered the room. Patrick came in, his lanky quick movements energizing the room in the way he did. His wayward eyes were never fully centered. While he was not very old his course hair was prematurely gray with a receding hairline. "I hear we're to offer you a congratulations on your she-wolf winner yesterday." His tone was dripping in mockery. "I'm surprised the Starstream Pack dares to show their faces at such a respectable event. We're all surprised that you live without the blood."

I nodded, considering whether or not to tell them about the call I'd received from Eugene earlier. "You should” I said after a pause “In the meantime, Patrick and I will head over to meet him”. Patrick sighed dramatically “I've never seen a dead man before” "You sound like a child about to meet their idol” I said dryly He shrugged “More like I'm about to meet an old friend I thought was dead” His voice was filled with an emotion I didn't quite recognize. "Oh?" Liam said, patting Patrick on the shoulder "You need a tissue? Or a few seconds to yourself?” Patrick batted Liam's hand away,

Lena pov I wake to both my mates talking, and I hold in my sigh. I'm scared and worried now. Both are freaking huge and Nick has a massive cock and I bet my panties so does Patrick. "I don't want her to fear me," Patrick says softly. "She won't, brother. We just need to go slow with her and be patient. Our girl went through hell at the hands of some sick fucks. I wish we could kill them all again. She has nightmares, and it guts me. I want to chase all of her fears away, "Nick says. I feel my gut flutter, and I yawn, acting like I just woke up.

A black SUV blocked the road ahead, and two men in suits stepped out, flanking a man who was impossible not to recognize,Patrick. The doctor’s heart raced as Patrick approached his car, a cruel smile curling on his lips. The man exuded danger, his very presence suffocating. Doctor Carter rolled down his window cautiously. “What’s going on here? I’m on my way to a patient” Patrick held up a hand to silence him. “I know exactly where you’re going, Doctor,” he said, his voice calm but menacing. “And I’m here to give you a little…detour.”

The warmth of her grief was gone, replaced by a quiet, absolute zero that stripped away every hesitation. Across from her, Sarah radiated a violent, pulsing aura, her form humming with the stolen vitality of the pact and the raw essence she had drained from Dave. ​And Dave stood between them like a ghost bound in iron chains. His eyes, once fierce and alive, were now clouded by the heavy, black mist of Sarah's absolute will.

Patrick gasped. “Breathe,” he said. The grey haired man savored the pleasure that contorted on Patrick’s face as he slipped everything in. Patrick felt full, more than he had ever been. “Shhh.” He slaps his thighs, snapping Patrick out of his thoughts. “Try not to scream?” He pulled the dildo out slightly and inserted it in again. “Fuck!.” Patrick shook beneath him. “Breathe for me.” He pressed a button and the dildo began to vibrate in his ass.

I groaned, covering my head with a pillow. "Hey, it's Patrick." He said. My eyes darted open and I shook the comforter off of my body, flinging myself out of the bed. "Oh! Just a second!" I yelled. I frantically tidied up the bed, pushing clothes that I threw on the floor last night under the bed. I looked in the mirror, irritated at how shitty I looked. I glanced at the alarm clock: it was 8:21 in the morning, so I had a valid excuse for my lack of showmanship. I flattened my fly aways and walked confidently to the door and opened it. Patrick stood there, wearing a dark green sweater and khaki pants. He looked more of a man than his younger brothers, sporting a short beard that was a shade

I noted she had another tattoo on her ankle, to complete the package. She sat down next to me as this frightening looking guy, about 50, with a long grey beard, about five ten, 130 pounds, stared at both of us. Me: "Hi and your name is?" Patricia: "Patricia. Before you ask, I do have ID so don't be like the other guy and freak out that I'm like 13. I'm 19. We just got here from Reno. Don't freak out either but that creepy guy over there is just my old man. He's kinda strange, possessive but determined to come here and make a big score with me on my back. Seems that his source of meth dried up, so it's this or state food stamps."

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Patrick, however, made a soft sound of triumph. “I’m in. Idiot set his password to his kid’s name… I mean, what year are we in?” Chris and I exchanged eye-rolls. “Focus, Pat,” Chris hissed. “Right. Now, let’s see what secrets you’re hiding, Doc,” Patrick whispered. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. Every creak and groan of the old building made me jump, and I found myself glancing at Patrick more and more often, silently willing him to hurry the hell up.