Funny Patrick Novels & Stories

I respond and we both Burst out laughing, our voices echoing through the air. "Well, I was thinking to outsmart you and I did..." "Nah! You didn't outsmart me, you are only evil... " "Oh! See the queen of all evils calling me evil, so funny..." She says again and this time I do not laugh as I do not find it funny anymore.. PATRICK'S POV.

Momma snorted, "Can you see Patty with a dollar hanging out of her mouth." "You put one of those men in some grey sweatpants and have them dance around like that Channing Tatum fella, and my jaw won't hold anything except for me upright as it will be on the floor." Ms.Patty fanned her face as she spoke. "Ms.Patty, what do you know about grey sweatpants?" I said with a huge grin on my face. "Child, I'm old, but I'm not dead." Brodie's rich laughter escaped, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time.

"I feel you, bro. But tell me, am I too old at the age of thirty years old for Papa to push me into marriage?" Patrick laughed at his question. "What is wrong with you, Wacks! It’s like you’re insulting me with that question! You know we’re the same age, don’t you? I’m even three months older than you!" he even used his nickname to call him. "I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you were feeling old to yourself?" he said laughing as well. "But hey, thank you, and you came here; I really planned to call you too since it’s Saturday. I just really need your advice. You know you’re the only one I can tell personal things like this," he said the truth and he did not hesitate to say and admit it even th

Pat narrowed his eyes dangerously before answering the call and immediately pressing the phone against his ear. “A rai?” he said bluntly. A soft chuckle came from the other end. “You hang up on people often, or am I just special?” Yut’s voice sounded amused rather than offended. Pat closed his eyes briefly in frustration while Tee silently shook with laughter beside him. “Khun, are you not busy? Don’t you have work to do?” Pat said sarcastically, sucking his teeth lightly. “Or… are you a fraudster?” Several nearby teammates instantly looked up from their desks, already struggling not to laugh.

Suddenly a face appeared, not the romance novel Adonis she’d imagined but a clear-faced young man with dark eyes and full lips. “Um, hi,” Patrick said absurdly, as if greeting someone in a coffee shop. Their eyes locked, and then they both broke into a brief bout of laughter. Not the brittle, edge-of-madness giggling she’d done before this, but genuine laughter. It felt good; it felt cleansing. “Fancy meeting you here,” Clare said in her own attempt at humor. Patrick examined the edges of the hole he’d made in the wall. “I’m going to widen this and then you can come get some water, okay?”

They did it more than once when Patrick had to get rid of the excessive amount of girls after him in Sin Club. If it were not for Jo’s injury, Patrick would probably show her already his whole set of exercises for the muscles of the buttocks. Instead of eating, they would start to exercise. “Sit down, badass.” Patrick said firmly again, handing her a glass of Shrek’s smoothie. She made a nasty face after taking a sip. “What the fuck is that? It's not your recipe, Pat.” “I couldn't find honey, bananas and chia seeds.” He lied. He didn't want her to abuse Mike again in public, in front of them.

Patrick looked at me and said seriously, "I love you. I can't marry you. But I can give you anything else." "Hahahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud! Although the wax on my skin limited the size of my face, I tried so hard to smile. As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes. It probably was due to my exaggerated expression that Patrick and Shelton let go of each other in unison. "Bang!" With one hand holding the wax on the left side of my face, I slapped Patrick on his face once again.

Right now, all he wanted to do was to drag Patrick, the worst of the worst, out of his damn depravity! Suddenly, Patrick's self-deprecating chuckle came out unexpectedly. Sean was stunned for a second and asked, "What are you laughing at?" He grabbed Patrick's collar even harder, but Patrick didn't stop laughing. Instead, he laughed harder. "What the fuck are you laughing at? Is it so funny?" Sean scolded angrily.

Not only because of Patrick's blatant bullying but also because of the invitation without a picture of his child. Patrick laughed loudly again. Honestly, if he were someone else, Marius might have punched him by now. He was just too good at teasing. Despite opening up about his problems, all Patrick did was correct and tease him. "Wow, I wonder if you get this annoying over other things too?" he said once he caught his breath from laughing so hard.

Rick was laughing at his own boss. "It's not gossip, Rick, we need information about Flavian since it's impossible to get anything out of him, that's all." Patrick tried to justify. "Patrick, just admit it, you're a gossip." Rick didn't miss the chance to tease Patrick. "I'm not a gossip Rick, I'm a historian of other people's lives." It was impossible not to laugh at Patrick. "Pat, just because I like you, I'll tell you." Patrick got excited when I said this and sat on my desk.