Funny Patrick Novels & Stories

“I wish you a happy life with that bitch!” Gerald went furious soon after that, he ran quickly toward Patrick and gave him a hard punch. It pushed Patrick away until he fell in the floor. “I told you not insult my wife!” “Haha! Hahahahaaa! So funny! A mafia boss fell in love with a bitch! This world is getting crazy!” Patrick was spitting nonsense. He already went insane after all. “Ahh, how come I just realized it! Hehe… HAHAHAHA!”

"Are you done yet?" "No." I bit my fingers in nervousness. This is not happening to me! I'm gonna miss them! The door to the comfort room suddenly opened and Patrick came out smiling at me. "I'm done." Well finally! "Let's go." I grabbed his hand as we ran to the stairs and headed to the second floor. All the while, Patrick was laughing. I gave him a curious look. "What's funny?" I asked him. He just grinned at me saying, "You're weird. You look so cool and yet you seem tense."

He sarcastically rolled his eyes before smirking, "Your job?" What an absolute butthead. If Patrick was a cartoon or an anime character, he would have gray smoke coming from his ears. -Or was it steam? Nah, if Patrick was indeed fictional, then it would definitely be smoke. With a look of defeat, Patrick simply threw him a frown and said, "... just do the job properly." I silently watched Patrick walk grumpily back to the restaurant. Stomping his feet along the way. I looked back at JerkAss and saw him smirking as he watched Patrick slam the glass doors shut, but he failed because of the wind and all.

No complications. I spotted Patrick, the hospital’s senior analyst, weaving his way toward me. Fucking Patrick. If there was ever a man who embodied the term scumbag, it was him. He slept with more women than I could count and spoke about them like they were disposable the next day. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he had five illegitimate kids from our workplace alone. “Hey, Pat. What’s up?” I greeted, though I wasn’t particularly interested in conversation. “Nothing, man,” he smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Just trying to see who I can give a ride home to my place tonight. What about you?”

“Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best thing this company has.’” “No!” I gasped, clutching my stomach as I laughed. “Do I know him?” “You might,” Patrick said cryptically. “Come on, give me a hint,” I pressed. “Let’s just say he’s very attached to his standing desk,” Patrick replied, his grin widening. I laughed so hard I nearly knocked over the bowl of chips. Talking to Patrick was like finding a hidden gem at the party. He was nerdy, quirky, and absolutely delightful. As we continued chatting, I felt a presence nearby. I turned my head to see Logan standing a few feet away,

"It's a pity Patrick and you're just going to be gay! Please, be mine!" "Okay, class! Quiet!" Sir Zafar shouted and looked at Patrick, "Are you done with your introduction, Mr. Lim?" "Not yet! So ... I'll continue. I'm Patrick Lim, nineteen years old. Then this fat and ugly witch next to me is my twin and she'll be the one to introduce you," and he even pointed out to Patricia. Patty glared at her twin before standing up, "Way to go, Pat. So, hi everyone! I am Patricia Lim, nineteen years old, and I live at Ong Yiu. My hobby is darts! That's all!"

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my