Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

I get our my phone to call Corby when I hear someone coming down the stairs, surely, it's Corby. Looking in the direction Grace went, I roll my eyes. Witch! "What a surprise" Corby chimed. He has wrinkles in his face and a huge amount of eyebags under his eyes . He's not his usual self, even the way he walks is different. "Corby, are you alright? You look sick!"

“It's a... high-level zombie, probably a monarch zombie.” “Monarch? Are you kidding me? What are we doing here then? Let's f*cking go home, old hag!” Patrick screamed, wanting to enter the humvee.

“That's creepy; well, if he shows up here, I doubt he’ll be returning to the real world. Thane and Atticus would tear him apart if they heard what you're telling me.” I sigh, “Yeah, there is no reason to tell them, I mean, the guy was skittish as hell, and he just doesn’t look like he could hurt a fly, you know?” I said, concluding that Patrick was just a guy with a creepy crush/stalker person, “You know, I want to enjoy being with you and having girl time. I’m worn out from all of this,” I admitted. “Of course, girly! Let’s get us some drinks, huh?” She says as she heads for the door, “Where are you going?” I ask.

He’d hoped their sickly appearance would’ve sent them back to him, but she kept them. “The Vasilia has a taste for shapeshifters. The Vasili says she’s very fond of those two in particular. I understand your anger, my friend. Consider all you still get to play with.” Patrick reminded him. “That’s true.” He sighed. Patrick had known Caleb for the better part of ten years. When he offered him the chance to experiment on supernaturals without governing bodies or medical boards getting in the way, the young doctor jumped at it. He had a beautifully disturbing mind.

I asked impatiently, shooting him a quizzical look. “It’s about that your gym instructor. What’s his name again? Oh, I think it’s Vic… Vicky or Victor or something,” he said and I chuckled lightly. “What do you want? I mean, what does Patrick have to do with this?” I asked and he smiled. “Well, I just want to let you know that he’s a scam and whatever thing he has told you is a very big lie,” he said. I couldn’t lie, that caught me off guard, because I didn’t remember telling Landry anything about my personal life, especially not something that deep.

before flopping back down into the blankets, Patrick’s iron grip released. “Excellent,” Beta Patrick growls before stepping forward. WIth one swipe, he removes Aislings head from her body before she can even stir. I howl in horror as blood spews out of her quivering body. Instinctively, I reach out, as if I could magically heal her, almost losing my hand in Patrick's swing. “No! What the fuck, why would you do that! Why couldn’t she live?” Beta Patrick wiped and sheathed his blade, his green eye glittering with a kaleidoscope of colours. It appears both his wolves and himself are rabid sadists. He clearly loved doing that. The fucking prick.

Tiara’s line would continue. Patrick was so excited that he took Audrey’s hand and opened his mouth to speak several times but could not get any words out. It was like his throat had been blocked, while tears kept streaming down his face. Perhaps due to overexcitement, old age, and also ill health, Patrick’s world went black and he fainted. “Uncle True!” Audrey supported Patrick’s limp body, pale with shock as she yelled, “Clive, quick! Call 911!” “There’s no need to send him to the hospital. Old Pat’s just too excited and had too many fluctuations in his emotions. He’s the oldest of us all and can’t take that kind of stress.”

I ducked her well, she was even limping, why would she want to go and meet another man? I pushed the thought aside, Chloe would never do that. Soon, Patrick arrived with what I had requested. He had changed his attire at this time. He was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans which made him look smarter than earlier. He was wearing shorts at that time which I knew was because he wasn't on duty. Today was supposed to be his off day and this was because I had Lucas at that time. Lucas did not get off days but I made sure that he was well paid each time. Patrick connected the footage he had gotten to the big screen in my library so that it would be easier for me to watch as I sat behind my worki

I know that you are wondering what could be this guy now, but as I've said to you earlier this is the best way to tell the tale with good mysteries. Patrick coughs to take him out from the dream, "Sir, you were telling something?" 'I was telling you something else? Yes, and these thousand deaths have occurred in just the past ten days and when we found the bodies, there was no blood inside them. Many dead bodies were not harmed not a single scratch but some were tortured endlessly. I cannot explain the picture of those torture carcasses, the one that is easy to tell was the corpse pierced with needles, it seemed as if someone had made those holes on his body one after the other to torture. T

I looked down at Patrick, who had been so full of swagger and arrogance mere moments ago. I watched him grovel on the floor like a mangy mutt begging for scraps and felt nothing but calm. I crouched down and whispered in his ear, "Patrick, even though you didn't know Kelvin was a fugitive, you knew damn well that video was a deepfake and he was trying to extort me. "You tried to clean me out so that you could use the apartment to pay off your gambling debts. Looks like one crook just met another."