Emo Patrick Star Novels & Stories

Looks like I’d be donning the pants he lent me yesterday once more. Emerging from the room, I padded into the kitchen, my stomach growling in protest. "Felicity, are you skipping class today?" Patricia called out, her voice bright. I approached her as she handed me a plate piled high with fresh toast, beans, and eggs, accompanied by a steaming cup of cocoa. "No classes for me today; they start tomorrow. Thanks for checking in, Patricia." A thought struck me. "Oh, I heard that your mate Matt is returning from his trip."

" She responded "furthermore I barged in and a female was fucking herself directly in front of him.Today was the most humiliating day of my whole existance on this planet." She moaned and scratched her head. "You've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.Yes,we are, do you have any idea who the St Patricks are?! They are one of the world's most powerful brothers.James is one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and you destroyed his automobile,therefore he wants you to pay him back. Tommy St Patrick,his older brother is not someone you should meet" Paz's pupils dilated .

"Look over there." It was Patrick. He was crossing the street towards us, an easy smile on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a gray t-shirt, dark jeans, and skate shoes. A silver necklace with a simple pendant swung on his chest. When he waved, the jacket sleeve rode up, revealing a glimpse of an intricate tattoo on his forearm. "Look who's here," I said, nudging Emma lightly with my shoulder. She giggled and nudged me back. "Stop it, I'm hating this 'less proper young lady' phase of yours." But the smile she directed at Patrick was wide and genuine.

“I am very tired, and sire, but I want to get to know you. I’m Lola Shaffer of the Gray Lake Pack. I am sixty-two years old and the lead tracker of my pack. Who are you exactly and how did you find me?” Patrick shifted, moving his arms to hold her under her shoulders, and allowed his hand to cover hers. “I’m Patrick Janes, Beta of the Straw Hat Pirates Pack. We are a nomadic pack and travel as a bike club. I am known as Doof. I had pack business that brought me here. I was actually about to check in when they rushed you here. My wolf knew instantly you were our mate.” His Australian accent was thick. “I knew I couldn't be without you so I stayed and have been beside you to help yo

he said, stumbling back a few steps with the force of my embrace. I released him from my hold, grinning from ear to ear. “That was awesome,” I said. “I feel like going for another run already.” “Of course you do.” He chuckled, linking our arms together. Patrick was the same age as me, an omega wolf, something that would suggest low status but we’ve never cared about things like that in our pack. He was probably my closest friend, definitely the one who has to suffer through whatever I was obsessed with at the moment.

Patrick exclaimed and already tried to wriggle free. However, Katherine held him back. "Not so fast, young man. I heard you got hurt?" "Uh, it's just a scratch. It doesn't even - ouch! Ouch, Mom!" "Sorry, dear, what did you say?", Katherine hummed and inspected the hole in her son's trousers where he seemed to have fallen on a hard surface and scratched his knee until it bled. A bit of light later, the wound was healed. Patrick pouted. "Timmy always says I'm wasting your power if I let you heal such tiny things. He says you need it all for really bad wounds and I should not - "

Turns out, it was nothing more than my own wishful thinking. Patrick skipped over to Natalia, arms wide open for a hug. He kept calling her "Nat" so sweetly, like they were incredibly close. "Nat, can you be my mom? I promise I'll behave!" Natalia chuckled and teased, "Don't you already have a mom, Patrick? Why do you want me to be your mom too?" Patrick frowned, his face full of disdain. "I don't want that woman to be my mom. Grandma said she's crazy. I don't want to be the pup of a lunatic."

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.

“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?” A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward. “Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way. “I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me. “Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.

Patrick had been observing Aimee from the corner of his eye the whole time. Seeing her like this, his eyes darkened. He seemed to have realized something and said to Camdyn, "Grandpa, I suddenly feel a bit hungry. Could you bring me some food?"Camdyn stared at Patrick in astonishment, finding it hard to believe what he had just heard. It was the first time since Patrick's accident that he had expressed a desire to eat.