Creepy Patrick Novels & Stories

“But that’s a last resort. I don’t want to lose him. We need him, Hellen. We need what he’ll become.” Because while the other agents thought that Patrick was just a suit who never got his hands dirty, she knew better. Pate had been chosen to lead the West Coast Para Unit because he knew all about the dark side of life. And he also believed that the best way to fight a monster was…with a monster. That was why she was there. “Do whatever you have to do, but make sure Damon Hunt survives.” Then Patrick was backing away. He crossed to Shawn’s side, whispered to the agent, and after a moment, the swinging doors to the med room closed behind Pate.

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."

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."

He asked with a smirk as Damon stared at him. “Patrick” he called, almost inaudibly. "Since I heard you were on earth, I was beginning to wonder if some rats had eaten you up since you never showed up," he said and Patrick laughed dryly. “You thought wrongly, Lucifer. I can never be dead as long as you’re still alive”. Tears were beginning to build up in my eyes as fear ate me up. Who’s Patrick to Damon? What does he want with him? "Hi Zoe" Patrick waved smiling," it won't be good if I don't greet you since you are my friend, huh"

Patrick said, snapping a purple Sour Patch in half between his teeth and flashing her a smirk, “it literally does have your name on it. Now, do you promise not to freak the hell out when I show you what I found?” “You?” Her eyes widened. “You did some actual journalistic work?” She didn’t mean to be rude or anything, but she figured he didn’t need to, seeing as he was a news god. Patrick waggled his brows. “Let’s just say I have a friend who had a friend that had some open business with the person in question, so when he overheard this hot piece of gossip, he was eager to dig up the bone at the end of that hole. It turns out the bone was meaty.”

Chapter 137 Jason’s POV “She is dead,” Patrick tells me. “I personally removed her head and burnt the rest. Do you want to see the head?” “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” I ask as I sit in Raija’s living room. Patrick chuckles and sits down across from me. “I guess those Son of Assholes really fucked me up,” He crosses a leg over the other. He looks like Crystal, darker skin, same textured hair, but his lips are Jared’s. So is his build. But his brain, that thing came from some where out of this world.

/Alora/ It got very quiet as I walked into the main hall, and I could tell that everyone was looking at me. It was like anxiety crackled around them. Patrick looked very pale and thin as he sat next to the fireplace. Although he used to look very sure of himself, now he looked in a way that made me feel sick to my stomach: he looked scared. “How is he?” When I was close to her, I told her, "So far so good." Professional hands were on him, and he rubbed some medicine into Patrick's red wrists. They were magic and took away not only his strength but also what it means to be a man.