Romans & histoires Human Patrick Star

Patrick woke up on the couch, where he passed out while watching Frosty The Snowman with Arianna. He looked to his right and realized his partner-in-crime was missing. “Arianna?” Patrick left the couch and climbed the winding staircase. “I really need to downsize to a one-story because this shit ain’t it,” Patrick spat once he reached the second level. “Arianna?” he called out, knocking on her bedroom door. Patrick planned on making them breakfast, taking Arianna to her apartment to get herself together, and taking her to his parents’ house for Christmas. He had previously invited Pierce, but Pierce was adamant he wanted to be alone.

Philip earlier, I assumed he was fine with it. Patrick introduced himself to the women, saying, "Hello, ladies, I'm Patrick Gale, Isabella's father." I chuckled awkwardly and tried to cover up, "Well, isn't a godfather kind of like a father, too?" "Wait a minute, Patrick Gale? The billionaire CEO of Royal Empire Estates?" Stephanie asked, her voice rising. Patrick smiled and confirmed, "That's me." The women around us began to shower him with compliments and admiration. Just as the excitement was building, we heard a voice calling out,

“Didn’t ask if you were.” I gave her a look. She slid my drink across the table before I could argue further. “So,” she said, tilting her head. “How’s Mr. Hockey Star?” I stared at my drink. “Busy.” Her expression softened. “He hasn’t called?” “He texted a couple times. I think the training’s just intense,” I replied. “It probably is.” “I just thought…” I trailed off, pressing my fingers to the cup. “I thought we’d talk more.”

People were mingling, the food was decent, and I didn’t have Logan hovering over me like a smug shadow. Logan, of course, was off doing his executive thing—talking to the higher-ups, shaking hands, and charming the pants off everyone. Well, figuratively. I hoped. That left me free to mingle without the constant tension of our... complex relationship. That’s how I ended up chatting with Patrick from IT. Patrick was adorable in a nerdy, bespectacled way. He had an easy smile, a button-up shirt, and a knack for telling stories that were surprisingly captivating. I was drawn to his unassuming demeanor—he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, which was a nice break.

I groaned, covering my head with a pillow. "Hey, it's Patrick." He said. My eyes darted open and I shook the comforter off of my body, flinging myself out of the bed. "Oh! Just a second!" I yelled. I frantically tidied up the bed, pushing clothes that I threw on the floor last night under the bed. I looked in the mirror, irritated at how shitty I looked. I glanced at the alarm clock: it was 8:21 in the morning, so I had a valid excuse for my lack of showmanship. I flattened my fly aways and walked confidently to the door and opened it. Patrick stood there, wearing a dark green sweater and khaki pants. He looked more of a man than his younger brothers, sporting a short beard that was a shade

I start the car and drive off. I stare at my wristwatch, it says ten minutes past eleven o'clock and I've got five more hours before I meet with Patrick and I dial Havana's number again. "Hey boss, how was the march? I saw you on a live stream." "Great, I'm leaving now. What have you got for me?" "Well not much, when it came down to him, almost everyone knows nothing other than his name, age, sexuality and favourite food, but I got a little more than that."

Wrong move man. Ashley doesn't think when she walks closer to him, and slaps him, "You do that again and I shove your microdick down your throat" he does back down however, and he clears his throat, "I'm Patrick, its a pleasure to meet such a" he pauses, "beautiful young woman" She rolls her eyes back at him, and she massages her temples with her fingertips, "God I'm thankful to love women" Patrick decides to ignore Ashley, and skips right to why he is here.

he continued, his voice gentle again, "you don't have to be like them to beat them. Sometimes being different is your advantage." I wanted to ask more. About Switzerland, about what happened to that thirteen-year-old boy, about how he'd built whatever empire he was clearly running. But something in his expression told me he'd shared all he was going to share. "Thank you," I said instead. "For what?" "For being here. For... believing in me." He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Get some sleep, Cupcake. Tomorrow you're going to show them what real star power looks like. And besides, I need the badass you back, the one that kept handing out money like the president of a c

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

"You haven't changed a bit over the years!" Stella became even more intense and forceful in her rebuttal. She pointed her finger at Patrick's head, saying, "Hmph, do you regret it now? Why didn't you express regret when you were with me back then?" "I've spent half of my life with you. I've watched you grow, and I handle numerous household chores for you! And now, you disdain me for being old and unattractive! Tell me, are you involved with another woman outside of your marriage?" In defeat, Patrick took a few steps back and responded, "Come on, what are you talking about? We're both at this age, you know?"