Dmc5 Patty Novels & Stories

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It has been the habit of the old man whenever he wants to say or announce something important. "Patty, how's the son of Mr. McCallister of JMC Construction firm?" Her Dad suddenly asked. "He was nice and gentleman Dad," Patty replied. There was something strange in her sister's voice she noticed. She seemed sad it's either with the topic or whatever the reasons maybe "Good. I invited him to visit our hacienda and I wanted you to accompany him and tour him around. I want you to be nice to him." The movement's of Patty suddenly faltered.

"It's a pity Patrick and you're just going to be gay! Please, be mine!" "Okay, class! Quiet!" Sir Zafar shouted and looked at Patrick, "Are you done with your introduction, Mr. Lim?" "Not yet! So ... I'll continue. I'm Patrick Lim, nineteen years old. Then this fat and ugly witch next to me is my twin and she'll be the one to introduce you," and he even pointed out to Patricia. Patty glared at her twin before standing up, "Way to go, Pat. So, hi everyone! I am Patricia Lim, nineteen years old, and I live at Ong Yiu. My hobby is darts! That's all!"

The seductive mask slipped, just for a second. “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly, keeping my tone polite, careful not to sound like some cop or private eye. “I’m just trying to find a woman who works here.” She arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Her name is Pattie. Pattie Paul.” The instant the name left my lips, surprise flashed across her face—then she laughed softly, a low, knowing sound. “You mean Pattie?” Her mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile. “If you wanted to see her, sir, you should’ve gone straight to the Diamond Club.”

I turned towards Lislie and found her waving at Patty and Evie that were seated at the far end of the sitting room. "Hey, let's go say hi to Patty and Evie, yeah?" I nodded. "Sure." We strode across to meet them. They were already grinning by the time we got closer to them. Patty hopped on me, straddling me. Her mouth reeked of alcohol. Trust Patty to be the first one to down a bottle of alcoholic drinks before any other person. She is the shortest of us, but she was daring in so many ways. "Hello, Drey. We have been waiting for you."

“I would like to sign out for today sir. I need to get started on Diaz's new branch as instructed.” Damon nods, heading towards the huge leather chair tucked under the huge desk that took up most of the room. Patrick's eyes caught something beneath Damon's grey joggers, is that… He made eye contact with his boss who knew what he was about to ask. “Sir..” “Don't!” Damon warned, cutting him off. Patrick tried to hide a laugh as he bowed his head politely. “I'll be on my way now sir. And you should try Ms Naomi's pie; it tastes fantastic.”

It has a fifties feel to it when you see the vintage records and old posters hanging on the walls. “Hey, kiddo,” Patsy greets me with a warm smile from where she stands behind the counter. Patsy is a sweet lady in her mid-sixties I think, not that I would ever ask. She is a petite woman about five foot three inches with light brown hair that she always keeps in a tight bun. One of the best things about Patsy is no matter what time of day it is she is always in a good mood. I do enjoy working with her. “ How are you enjoying the first snow?” Patsy asks.

It was just then that the waiter arrived with our food and drinks. On the plate before me was some sort of pastry that smelled absolutely fantastic. I poked it with my fork, releasing steam and even more mouth-watering aromas. “What is this?” I asked Charlotte, taking a careful bite. It was absolutely divine. The crust was light and fluffy while the inside was a curry-flavored beef that melted in my mouth. “It's so good!” Charlotte grinned and stuffed a big bite into her mouth. So much for her diet. “It's a Jamaican Patty,” she explained through her mouthful of food. “They make them even better here than the ones in Jamaica.”

The story behind Daniel Winchester's presence in Kansas unfolds before me. "What odd game is like playing with me? "I silently ask myself. "Am sorry Josie” Stace voice reaches me in Wonderland or was it Troublesville.I had forgotten I had company in here. "It came in the mail this morning. " Patty says, "Mighty good Jeremy has done to us in Riverside eh? " I guess the look on my face tells Patty it's no time for her sarcasm because she stops the smirk spreading on her face almost as soon as it started.

Regular witchery, fine, whatever, but this is completely nuts to think that someone can read your thoughts and make a whole spin of tales from them. I sigh heavily. "Thank you, Ms.?" "Just call me Patty, Luna. Thank you for your time." With a curtsy, she is off in a scurry down the hallway. What a sweet woman. That's it, I officially adore Patty and I have to speak with Damon about keeping her around me more often. She reminds me of what I've always envisioned my mother to be. She's petite with the most beautiful gray hair that's tied back in the neatest bun I've laid my eyes on. She has smile lines that reach to the corners of her eyes. Something about her calms me.