Ghostbusters Patty Novels & Stories

Once Patty had enough energy, she pushed away from Barry and opened her legs for the girls. They both spat their cum inside of her pussy, making her carry all of it. Patty moaned and held her legs tightly together to ensure it didn’t leak out. Gracie and Rina rose up on their knees and licked their mouths. “Well, that was three of you. Six more to go. Form a line, gentlemen. We’re just getting started

Regular witchery, fine, whatever, but this is completely nuts to think that someone can read your thoughts and make a whole spin of tales from them. I sigh heavily. "Thank you, Ms.?" "Just call me Patty, Luna. Thank you for your time." With a curtsy, she is off in a scurry down the hallway. What a sweet woman. That's it, I officially adore Patty and I have to speak with Damon about keeping her around me more often. She reminds me of what I've always envisioned my mother to be. She's petite with the most beautiful gray hair that's tied back in the neatest bun I've laid my eyes on. She has smile lines that reach to the corners of her eyes. Something about her calms me.

And believe me, I've had nights to remember. Beth and Paul left to get their things, and came back to get ready at my place. Paul asked if Patty could get ready at my apartment, too, and at this point I said yes to keep him happy. Patty, a petite girl like myself with dark hair, dark skin and light hazel eyes, reminded me of a female version of Paul. Rest assured, her and I got along just fine.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

’’ Erica protests. I had no idea about any of this. And for sure Reno didn’t too. Both I and Reno frown at each other confused. The thing that scares me right now is the look in Patty’s eyes. She is scared about something. I can say it. ‘’Patty, what’s wrong?’’ I try sounding as soft as possible. In case, she exploded with her powers! But she doesn’t even move. ‘’Patty you okay?’’ Reno joins in, seeing her state. She starts gnawing at her nails.

Rest. But before I even got close, I heard it. A familiar voice echoes from the hallway. “What? Annabelle cooked again? Move aside, don’t block the corridor!” It was Patty Mama. In all her loud silk scarves and unapologetic flair. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her bustling toward the kitchen, her designer cooler clutched like it held state secrets. She was muttering in Spanish under her breath, the way she did when emotionally disturbed by either gossip or hunger.

Allen muttered as he rose. “Guess he isn’t only just a great gossip,” Patty stated with a grin. She slid off the stone last, giving the graves one final affectionate pat. “Bye mom. Bye dad. Love you guys always,” she said, kissing her fingers and placing on each of the gravestones. As the trio walked towards where Patty’s car was parked, Joe said, “So… what do we call this new power boost? Mona Magic?” Patty shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

I watched Adeline with a bitter ache in my chest. At some point, I'd lost count of the moments I regretted my decision. Go ahead, Adeline. Dig. Find out the truth. She had just reached the parking lot and was catching her breath, about to get into her car, when a woman tapped her on the shoulder. Adeline turned, confused, and studied the woman's face—she looked vaguely familiar. Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though.

Everyone has the right to live! "Well, she is just the same as Patty down there. What I heard is that she will be taken down soon by her parents. It's just a waste of money waiting for nothing." Replied the other, and I gritted my teeth in anger as I wanted to punch some faces. If I am a ghost, then I badly wish that I am a poltergeist so I could touch things and slam them to the ones I loathe or scare them till they lose their shits.

Frowning, I came to his side and found his shocked face habang nakatitig lang sa malayo, as if he had seen a ghost appeared from his past. Following his gaze out of curiosity, my brows furrowed when I fortunately saw a woman in a gray kneelength coat sa may di kalayuan, smiling down sweetly at the ponytailed girl in a pink sweater who were giggling while picking up some stone from the ground. The woman was no doubt a Filipina just looking closely at her features. Her black raven hair was tied in a loose bun as her white skin glimmered against the blinding sun rays of the sun setting up in the west. Her eyes was bright as she lovingly gazed at the little girl now picking up a starfish.