Funny Patrick Novels & Stories

Damn, is this the mafia life and the reason why Dr Patrick doesn't want to get into it even though he's part of the family? *******

"You shouted a strange cheer. Promise, he'll smile! He's ugly in the picture I took! He’s like a statue!" I thought of it. Strange cheer to make him smile? Hmmm ... ah I know! I took a deep breath before shouting again. "PATRY WITH A PIMPLE ON YOUR ASS! SMILE EVEN A LITTLE! YOU WON'T BE UNLUCKY FOR TEN YEARS WHEN YOU SMILE AT LEAST ONE TIME!" I cried out. I was stunned when suddenly the surroundings became quiet and only the sound system could be heard. I covered my mouth and bowed but I still narrowed my eyes at Patry to see what his reaction was. I can see him smiling now while still standing and shaking his head. The crowd started to shout again even louder.

I wasn’t even trying to fight back anymore; my arms just lay limp at my sides, fingers curled against the faded comforter, because deep down I knew struggling would only make them laugh louder. Patrick’s grin was wide and slick as he hovered above me, his teeth unnaturally white in the dim orange light seeping through the half-closed blinds. He lifted a hand and wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, and though the move seemed almost gentle, it was underlined by the sight of his bitten nails and the cheap vodka stench on his breath.

How could he answer the question from the brother of the girl he loves? “Oh, Patrick hyung! You are here.” The three looked at the person who talked. He was a tall guy with panda eyes. Guess, being a doctor is hard that he had to burn eyebrows every night and earn those big eye bags, huh? Patrick smiled and fist bumped with the guy. “Rowell! Like I said, I would come.” He replied. Rowell looked at L and Patrice and smiled. “Hello! I am Rowell, Patrick’s friend.” He introduced bowing at L and trying to kiss Patrice’s hand…

I blinked in surprise. "He said he has some things he wants to tell you face-to-face. Do you want to see him?" I thought about it for a long time. "Yes." … Inside the visitor's room, Patrick sat across from me in an orange prison jumpsuit with handcuffs around his wrists. He had lost a massive amount of weight. His eyes were deeply sunken, his cheekbones jutted out, and he looked like he had aged a decade. We sat in heavy silence for what felt like an eternity.

Patrick leaned closer and whispered a few words in his ear. Yosef's usually melancholic eyes suddenly widened upon hearing Patrick's words. A storm of astonishment raged within his eyes. Then, he regained his composure. "Heh, heh..." A dark, cold laugh escaped from the handsome and pale face of the man. Gradually, the laughter grew louder. His whole body trembled with laughter. Observing Yosef's unusual state, Patrick stood frozen, a shiver crawling up his spine. Every time he acted like this, it meant...

Wilbur had never seen something like that before. "Hahaha!" Patrick burst into a fit of laughter.

My phone had beeped and Atlas’ id had popped up. Patrick is your fake date btw, sis. That’ll stop those girls being so mean to your ass. You’re welcome J It made me chuckle, I went along with it and for a few days, Patrick would randomly just, you know, turn up in the corridor or after school. He would wink and the girls would just stare like they couldn’t believe I could pull a football player. So, yeah. Atlas has always got my back.

"I never knew he was, ma. We only know him as loud and dramatic but comedic, no one knew until today." Chloe shook her head, still smiling. “Wait, hold on. What’s up with the chicken suit, though? It doesn’t make any sense for a guy like Patrick to have a photo like that lying around. SGH pays him well enough, isn't that so?” Franco chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, that’s the best part. After the meeting, Patrick told us the story. Apparently, his daughter had this school event, and she begged him to dress up as a chicken for some skit they were doing. You know, to be the 'cool dad' or whatever.”

In my previous life, Patrick crashed and burned because he tried to climb the ladder through unscrupulous means: by playing the boy toy to his superior. Everyone in the company found out, and from then on, people made his life miserable. Finally, dinner wrapped up, and the main event of the day began. Patrick wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, smoothed out his designer outfit, and strutted onto the stage. At the same time, more than a dozen influencers suddenly poured in with cameras. Patrick gave them a nod. Clearly, this was planned. He pulled out the lottery ticket from his bag and turned to the cameras with a smug smile.