Human Patrick Star Novels & Stories

I found Patrick's tent and knocked on the metal frame by the door. "Enter!" I heard Patrick's commanding voice. The sound put a wide grin on my face. I still couldn't get used to this "Commander Kim" thing. I pushed through the tent door while nonchalantly clearing my throat, but gasped audibly as I saw Patrick wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. "Geez, Lilith! I'm sorry!" He panicked once he saw me and hurriedly reached for his tank top. "I thought it was Titus. He was supposed to bring me the report, and I didn't look at the time…" he explained feverishly.

There was an unpleasant dryness in Patrick's mouth, but he said with a good attempt at nonchalance, "of course. I shan't aim to kill him, however" "No, don't", agreed Mr Fritzwa. "Not that I think he means to make it a killing matter either. I can't see why he should. He'd have to make a bolt for it if he did, and I fancy that wouldn't suit him. What are you doing today?" Patrick achieved a shrug of the shoulders. "Oh, the usual round, my dear fellow! I am engaged to dine at the Star, I believe. I daresay we shall look in at the play, and sup at the Piazzra afterward".

I'm over 140 years and I'm serving my duty from the same age of yours! Patrick, thinking while looking at Clark, "Ha... How?? You're too young, you are not old... I know you're just making fun of meh!" 'Look kid, my face isn't saying that I'm in a mood of fun and also we are not in the situation of making any joke. If you don't believe me, then ask my seniors, they will tell you the same thing and if you'll be not satisfied with their answer... You can search my name on the internet. My first case was to chase unstable light in the year 1603.' Clark moved to the hill and Patrick took his mobile phone in his hands after a while he put it in his pocket again. (He literally searched his senior'

Linda stalked the hallway, the thrill of the game dimming with every second. She wasn’t playing anymore. She was hunting now. Hunting the one person who was the most certified bastard in all of humanity's history. She was following a scent she knew too well. Pat. Pete’s older brother. His name was Patrick, but no one really called him that. She ground her teeth as she followed his cologne. She hated that man. He was always smirking, throwing little comments, and making her feel stupid. And worse, he looked at her like he knew things she didn’t want him to know.

home. Now that I had stayed quiet, she just scoffed, “Pathetic.” She turned away, laughing with Jason and Luna as if I didn’t exist. The table buzzed with warmth, with inside jokes, with a life I wasn’t part of. Then Luna, swinging her legs, tugged at Jason’s sleeve. “Uncle Jason, how did you and Mommy meet?” Her voice was sugar-sweet, eager for a love story—one I wasn’t in.

Patrick asked with a slight tilt of his lips. "Yes." I replied staring at him from the rearview mirror. I hadn't been able to make out his features last night but today staring into those soulless blue eyes that looked just the same as Lyra's except hers still had their sparkle made me feel… I don't know. It had been five long years, five years since we started this mission. Patrick had grown some white beard, or maybe he had dyed it, I wasn't sure but he didn't in any way age asides that.

"Hey, Jason." My grip tightened on the script as I watched Princess Chloe, Henry's sister walked over to him, clinging to his arm possessively as though she owned him. Chloe wasn't just the alpha's daughter, but the leader of the figure skating team, and Jason's wannabe girlfriend. She parades herself in the academy as Jason's girlfriend, but not many people know that they are not in a relationship.

He said, “ Trust? I showed you the most hidden secret of mine. Whatever! Here, take it.” He put an earring on his hand that immediately melted like mercury. “ Now give me the money! Hurry!” Patrick Conal nodded and quickly withdrew the money. “ Here you go.” “ Thank you!” Patrick said, rushing to the Doc “ What's your name, boy?” “ Patrick! It's not a joke. Anyway!” “ What? Patrick! But what about your phone number? How will I contact you?” “ Don't worry! I will find you! Patrick-1” he waved his hand and left for the Doc.

"I do, too. Shall we see who's is better?" I snickered as I pulled from Tag's arms. My grandmother, who looked younger than my own thirty years, had a playful light in her eyes. "It appears that Patrick has raised the European Star Mistress from the dead. Can you beat that?" I asked, one dark purple eyebrow raised. Ari's face went slack as her mouth dropped open. She blinked a couple times. Shook her head. "No. No I can't." I turned back to my group. My hand raised in what I'd learned was called a high-five. None of my men were watching. Drace was staring at Ari as if she'd lost her mind.

He knew he had a night of cleanup ahead of him. Chuckling to myself, I walked over to Patrick and embraced him in a tight hug. “Bye, Patrick,” I muttered into his ear, feeling a surge of gratitude. “Thank you for today. You’re amazing,” I told him, reluctantly pulling away but keeping my arms around his neck. As he held me by my waist, smiling warmly, I looked up at him. He was perfect—handsome, considerate, and kind. Everything a girl could want in a guy. Yet, why couldn’t we just fall in love with each other? Why did I have to complicate things with feelings for Atlas, the forbidden fruit? Patrick smiled back at me. “No worries, I’m always here for you,” he replied, glancing over my should