I Wrote This By Patrick Star Novels & Stories

My determination had been simmering for days, and it was finally time to share my idea. "Patrick," I began, my tone resolute and filled with determination, "I've been thinking about something important. You know Mark, right? The guy who was set up by Charlie Brown's Cheaters a couple of years back, making him look like a cheater." Patrick nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I remember that story. It was all over the news. What about it?"

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

Ava I swayed to the orchestral music, the man’s arms around my waist as we moved across the dance floor. He was being perfectly chivalrous—keeping an appropriate distance, making polite small talk about the decor and the musicians. He had introduced himself as Patrick, a member of Moonrise pack who had been working and living in the human world over recent years. But despite his gentlemanly efforts, I found my attention continually wandering, my eyes roving over the crowd in search of one person.

“You know, that won’t make me give up. You don’t know Kira at all.” Mommy G greeted me and gave me some cookies to eat. Patry went upstairs already as usual. After eating, I also went upstairs and planned to play games on my laptop. I opened my account in Lit Fire to see what’s happening. WaveringSoul: Hey, it’s been a while. I typed immediately because I know he’s going to tease again. ChasingStar: I told you, I’m going to be busy. No need for me to join some team.

Then, he walked up to where I was and stop In front of me, putting on an irresistible charming smile. “First,” he said and inserted his hands into his trouser pockets. “You can call me Patrick. And secondly…there is something important you are going to do for me which will benefit both you and i" "Benefit me," I asked confused "How"

Argh, I couldn't wait to go home. It was my turn to write on their jersey, and I did it quickly, avoiding Zachery's eyes. "Wait, you look familiar," he said as I bent down to write on Katie's jersey. I swallowed hard, biting my lips, my mind racing on an excuse to make up. For me, I pressed down hard, trying to narrow my truths and harden my voice. "Yeah, yeah, you. You look familiar," he continued, and I straightened my shoulders. "Of course I do." I stepped back a bit, slightly behind Jeremy.

POV: ELISABETH Heading towards the publishing house, Patrick, despite maintaining an erect posture, showed evident signs of tension in his body. His sighs were noticeable, as were the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, even in the cold Seattle weather. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered to reassure him. “You’re Patrick Morgan; no one can bring you down.” He nodded, turning back to stare out the window in silence. What didn’t Patrick want me to see?

"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!"

"Forget it, you can just do your work. I'll go to sleep first. Don't be too late." Just as I was about to leave, Patrick suddenly got up and held my waist. He directly let me sit on his lap. He kissed me on the neck. "I hide no secrets from you. You can look at my works as you like." He said, kissing me on the neck with his thin lips, "And, a beauty like you improve my efficiency." As he spoke, his two arms circled around me. His hands landed on the keyboard to edit the email. I took a rough look. He was writing the email to that team in Country R. It was filled with all kinds of complex professional words, and I couldn't understand them at all.

I opened it and was moved by what was written: "I don't know if I have answers to all the questions, but I want to apologize for every time I hurt you. I still don't know what you're doing to me, but you enchant me, fascinate me, and make me want to be with you. I swear I tried to run from this, but I can't stay away from you anymore. Please, let me explain, let me apologize. Patrick Guzman."