Emo Patrick Star Novels & Stories

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.

Troi handed it over wordlessly and watched him sign it with mounting curiosity. As they took the sheet back, they couldn't hold it in any longer. "You know I'm also helping with this. We'd have to work together.which means talking," the last part was delivered with a half grin. Patrick had barely said three or four sentences to them in the last few years. Having to work closely just might kill him. They took special pleasure in making small talk at him when they were together because it so clearly angered him. He snorted as he started to turn, "I'm sure Mother will find something important for me to do while you help hang lights or something." He walked briskly out, meeting up with Stan and

Patrick is Knight and Tommy's adopted kid who they named after Tommy's father, I’m so glad they were able to give him a home. Amanda has shown clear signs of fire magic which I’m so proud of, Mike hasn’t shown any signs yet, he may be too young or he may be a warlock, although seeing that fire Is the more dominant magic that would be unlikely. Patrick is human but he is well aware of what his fathers and family are and he loves it, he is also the same age as Amanda.

"Are you stupid? Didn't you hear me?" She had not exerted great strength, but Xavia’s footing was unsteady and she fell over. Just then, Patrick came back with Oreo. Xavia acted like she had suffered a great grievance, burying her face in her arms as she cried.

Crab. "How disgusting! I think she is around our age and she still plays with that stuff? Does she not feel embarrassed?" The boy with a long face said. Let's call him Squidward. "Maybe her parents didn't teach her that only three years old carry that stuff." Mr. Crab said. He whispered something to the chubby kid in their group. Let's call him...Patrick. Patrick smiled wickedly at me, making his chubby cheeks quiver. He then said, " Then let's teach her a lesson."

Patrick shouted angrily, "You've all been tricked by Esme! She's always been great at twisting the truth, and now she's using this fragile act to manipulate you. How shameless! "Either way, I'm about to become a rescue squad captain. Once I do, I'll remember all of you who tried to sabotage me. Trust me—you'll regret it!" Without hesitation, I forced myself upright and slapped Patrick across the face in front of everyone, then fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Patrick was quiet; his legs became heavy for him to walk away or to go back into his car after the lady customer had left. There was a minute of silence between him and Mama-Tina, and Patrick wondered if Mama-Tina could have noticed his resemblance to the baby too. He was still quiet with his face downward before Mamatina broke the silence and said, "Don't mind that, my lady customer. She talks too much and doesn't take her words seriously, you know." "Hmph.." Patrick breathed out and asked, "Is he your baby?." Mamatina smiled and told him, "No, this is my daughter's baby, my grandchild." And Patrick swallowed.