Funniest Patrick Moments Novelas e Histórias

He asked, shooting me a questioning look. I threw a pillow at his head and he caught it effortlessly. Show-off. "I pretend every day." His hand pressed dramatically to his chest. "Wow." My eyes shot wide open. "You walked right into that." "Fair." He tossed the pillow back. For a moment, neither of us looked away. Then the house speaker crackled overhead. Pat's overly cheerful voice exploded through the room. "GOOD MORNING, MY BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS! BREAKFAST IN TEN MINUTES!"

The receptionist mockingly laughed and said " are you have a reservation here are you out of your mind do you know how much it cost here. stop pretending and just leave or else I'll call the security for causing nuisance here " the people behind Patrick started laughing. stan said "ok stop pretending Patrick it's enough ok " " you are a stupid asshole! I am lucky to have broken up with you" Susan said mockingly hearing this Patrick got angry and yelled "you didn't at least check yet! this is how you treat your VIP customer? call your manager I want to talk to him " hearing this receptionist and his classmates started laughing receptionist pointed her finger at Patrick and said "just take a p

I said humorlessly; I'd been stressed since the police station. "But you live here now; it's like you want to ask for a job." Patrício laughed, and I rolled my eyes; he was having fun at my expense. "You're a pain, Patrício!" I complained. "And you're too grumpy to be around my new nephew." Patrício couldn't keep that smirk off his face, and Samantha laughed along with him. " "With the morning I had at the police station, my friend, even you would be stressed out," I commented, pulling out my chair to sit down.

"Oh my gosh, Patrick, you're so funny," I laughed at Mr William's joke. He had given me the go-ahead to call him by his name to which his wife protested but he said it was his and I was allowed to call him that. Whenever she tried to throw jabs at Zada, I would always throw a bigger one, for example, mentioning how the dull white paint made the family look boring to which Patrick would respond that they were actually planning on changing the colour. Mrs William certainly didn't like how her husband was being a loose mouth and after a few glasses of wine for him, he was very charming.

Alexandria I slipped into the limousine, let out an exaggerated breath, and collapsed against the seat. "I'm not going to lie," Patrick said as the car began to move, "I expected a bigger smile. Someone isn't doing his job. Maybe I should have gotten you a vibrator instead?" I shook my head. "Thank you, Pat. I-I..." Though I did my best to stop them, tears bubbled to the surface. Breathe in and out...breathe in and out...

I said as I came to stand by him. “Waylon. Good to see you again.” Patrick started making small talk. “You too. How are things going for you? We didn’t get to catch up the other day.” “I am good. Just living the dream.” Patrick joked. The bartender handed Patrick his drink. As he took a sip, he purposely, accidentally dropped the glass. It shattered loudly, splashing what smelled like bourbon on my shoes. “Patrick!” Grabbing some napkins, I tried to help him clean up.

Lucien exhaled softly as he shook his head. “I should stick to what I know best,” Patrick muttered. “I know. I tried stand-up comedy three years ago. Got booed out of my first set and never went back. There were only ten people there too.” The doors opened into a sleek executive hallway. Lucien merely glanced at the frames hung on the wall, with inspirational quotes. “Live, love, laugh.” Patrick read them aloud, flicking each one with his finger. “I wonder if they know that their Director has no love in his heart. They probably wouldn’t care,” he muttered to himself more than to Lucien.

Maybe, right now, Patrice thinks that he is a dumbass arrogant illiterate… With a kind side. And it only comes out when she least expects him to be. Like today. With the kids. And right now, Patrice doesn’t know. But unconsciously, she is smiling.

She was disciplining a mate who had broken pack rules, yet the injured party was still defending him. My wolf sneered within me. “Aunt Vivian, Uncle Jeremiah,” Patrick said suddenly, his voice trembling, “this is all my fault.” Then… Thud. The words and the sound of knees hitting the floor echoed together. The entire living room went dead silent. Patrick had knelt down, decisively. Every head turned. Vivian and Jeremiah exchanged dark looks, their brows furrowed. Kathy let out a soft laugh, it was barely audible but the mockery in it was unmistakable.

Letting out a sigh knowing I would have to repeat myself, I turn to her as the chair spins around. “You have one second” I lift my eyes to his, one more look at her then she would be dead too. She quickly stands to her feet and runs out. Patrick stands up zipping his pants, not the least bit ashamed of what just happened. I may like a good show but only when I am relaxed with a bottle of alcohol in my hand and a cigarette in the other. “What the hell was that for?” He lets out a growl, his voice louder than usual. I fix my gaze on him, silence echoes through the room, when he realizes that I wasn't going to bring forth an answer, he quiets down. He is still hard and also pissed because I had