Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

Victoria asked him and held his hand like a younger brother. “I can smell my dad scent. I think he is here, we have to leave this place right now” Patrick says out of breathe and held my hands tightly. Patrick was snot technically from the Crescent pack but he was found in the borders of the pack half dead and was left there by his father who he still traumatize about till now. “He is not here so don’t be scared” Victoria assured him and they walk to the direction where Denver, Claude and Eric stood. “Babe you better don’t die on me in this forest” Eric jokes wrapping his arm around Victoria and Patrick tenses up which made him remove his hand quickly.

It was emerging from the thin layer of frozen water, sending a welcoming creepy message: Touch me! No way! I’m not gonna do that! Jig, you are sick! A load of repulsive thoughts flooded Patrick’s head as he was trying to make himself lick the skin. Jig held it in his hand right in front of him, apparently turned on and treating this moment as sacred.

"Dear Patrick, leave that fun part for me because I have a very interesting plan already." The evil smirk on his face could make anyone shiver in fear but Patrick had the same smirk on. It was so identical that it bordered on creepy. My dearest Iyunade, you will never see this coming your way. You fucking bitch.

I sat on the couch in the corner and waited " You guys can leave ...I want to alone today ..if you know what I mean " " Are you sure boss ...we can always wait outside " " Go and have some fun , I will see you tomorrow...I don't want anyone here...I want to enjoy without disturbance" Fucking Patrick said,if only he knew he was going to die "Okay boss...see you tomorrow " He got in whistling and locked the door .he didn't even bother putting the lights on .he just removed his clothes till he was naked .he gave himself a little Stroke on the dock

Then comes back. Disappears again. I already know he’s arguing with himself. Finally… Declan: Patrick is outside. Of course he is. I walk to the window and peek through the curtains. A black SUV is parked across the street. Patrick is leaning against it, coffee in one hand, sunglasses already on despite the cloudy morning. He notices the curtain move. Then, without even looking up, he raises his coffee cup in greeting. I blink. “That’s creepy.” My phone buzzes again. Declan: He said you’d say that.

I wasn’t even trying to fight back anymore; my arms just lay limp at my sides, fingers curled against the faded comforter, because deep down I knew struggling would only make them laugh louder. Patrick’s grin was wide and slick as he hovered above me, his teeth unnaturally white in the dim orange light seeping through the half-closed blinds. He lifted a hand and wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, and though the move seemed almost gentle, it was underlined by the sight of his bitten nails and the cheap vodka stench on his breath.

Patrick started shaking in my hands and my brows knotted as once again I felt the strange tension between them. “Because of you, because of what you have done to him… you took power from him, he became blinded by the need to get it back,” Keith said, and his eyes became like two dark spots of insanity as they fixed on Patrick. “In his attacks, he bombarded the village and my mate and son were there… but he killed them…” He was now standing right in front of Patrick and before I could realize what was happening, his claws emerged from his fingers, and he plunged it deep into Patrick’s stomach. My hands immediately loosened around his neck as the scene before me threw me into a shock. How the

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

Alexander's POV Patrick was acting very strange. He seemed distressed. When we arrived at his house, besides us and Alan, Henry and Fred were also there. How weird. "What's going on?" I said, starting to get nervous. "Sit down," Patrick said, and I sat. "Remember when we fired Cat, I asked my friend from the police department to investigate her?" "Yes. But that doesn't matter anymore," I said, shrugging. "No, it wouldn't," Patrick was very nervous. "She really is an incredible person, very correct and honest. But he discovered something." He looked at Fred. "He found out who Peter's father is."

I blinked in surprise. "He said he has some things he wants to tell you face-to-face. Do you want to see him?" I thought about it for a long time. "Yes." … Inside the visitor's room, Patrick sat across from me in an orange prison jumpsuit with handcuffs around his wrists. He had lost a massive amount of weight. His eyes were deeply sunken, his cheekbones jutted out, and he looked like he had aged a decade. We sat in heavy silence for what felt like an eternity.