I Wrote This By Patrick Star Novels & Stories

On the other side of the plaster wall. Patrick made his way over, leaving the security of the door to cut across diagonally. His gate was awkward and unsteady, like that of a newborn calf just learning to walk, but he made it without falling. He placed his forehead against the cool plaster and said, “Is there really someone there?” “Yes, what is your name?” “Patrick. What’s yours?” “Clare. Are you hurt?” “Yeah. I think I hit my head or something. I don’t really remember. Can you let me out of here?”

Sade’s POV As I walked with Star and Cheryl, making my way toward our table, I suddenly felt a presence approaching. I didn’t even have to look. Patrick Stewart. A walking STD in designer shoes. He was a good-looking man, and he knew it, tall, chiseled, always well dressed, but none of that mattered when he had the personality of a sewer rat. Patrick slept with anything that had legs and a pulse, and even that last part seemed optional.

he asked slyly. I turned around so he couldn’t see my smile. “I like a guy who has fun inside the rules.” Patrick sighed heavily and drooped his head. “I thought you might have admired the creativity.” I stared at him blankly and just shook my head, laughing.

That afternoon, Leonard Chen received a call from Michelle Xia. She expressed willingness to appear on a live stream alongside Brandon Su to promote "Star Path." However, she requested that they also promote her pseudonym and work during the broadcast. Brandon Su was a contracted writer with ScribeSphere, and the rights to "Star Path" had been acquired by NexRealm Studios from ScribeSphere. Michelle Xia, too, was a contracted writer with ScribeSphere. Given her involvement in the design of "Star Path's" game narrative alongside Brandon Su, her desire to promote her work during the live stream seemed reasonable.

After wearing the bathrobe, I decided to sleep but my attention was caught by a door next to the couch which maybe led to the terrace. I quickly opened it and the sight in front of me was so amazing. I was standing in a balcony filled with flowered pots and tons of stars in the sky. So beautiful. I muttered to myself while clinging on the railing. I sat on the small stool placed there and just kept staring at the stars. These stars were shining so bright, that they even made a dark sky light full. I wonder who will come in my dark life to make it glow. Is there anyone in this world who is made for me?

I replied firmly. "Uh, really? But you lied to me, Catt. You lied to me," Patrick insisted, his voice rising. I bit my lower lip to stifle a sigh. "I lied because I had something important to do," I explained, trying to keep my voice calm. "Important thing to do? To see a man? That's ridiculous, Catt. I've waited a whole year to take you on a road trip, to have a date with you, but you can't even give me that. Yet, you give your time to some mysterious stranger?" Patrick exploded, his anger palpable.

And I wish I can do something to make their lives better. There is absolutely nothing interesting in my life as of the moment. Seriously, I am not pathetic to go after Samuel. I don't think that I need a fucking love life. My life has been great without him. I just have to focus my energy in something more productive with my life. I decided to work on a new book and I think it's going to be great. And I think I am out for fucking blood. I want to write a story about a stalker who kills people he thinks is going to ruin his perfect love story. This would book will not be a walk in the park so I need help from my editor.

"You are unlikable! You're not even close to pretty! You are not even cute! You don't have something to be proud of! I could hear Patrick's voice over and over again as I stared at myself. Yeah! I don't have the looks, maybe because I don't have a Mom to take good care of me. I look plain and haggard. With my hair so loose, I really look like a gangster. I complained to myself. "You are unlikable! You're not even close to pretty! You are not even cute! You don't have something to be proud of!" "You think you're handsome enough to say I'm unlikable? Yes, you're tall and your nose is attractive but you're not handsome, Patrick! You're really not!"

That fateful encounter sparked our love story. As I sipped my afternoon coffee to the soothing melody of a slow song, I stared at my laptop screen, editing the first draft of my poem, which I was supposed to submit before the day ended. My phone suddenly beeped, interrupting my work. It was a message from Patrick: "Let's meet tonight at my place." "Okay, sweetie," I replied, brushing off the unusual tone of his message. Normally, he would call me those cheesy, sweet names he used to and even add some red heart emojis to his texts.

Patrick said, "She's the worst. A crazy woman. A nasty witch!" By the time I reached the last message, I was trembling so hard that I didn't even notice my finger had tapped the screen and accidentally sent a symbol into their chat. As soon as Patrick realized their secret was exposed, he flew into rage and pointed at me. He shouted, "You had no right to read my messages! Who gave you permission? I'm removing you from the home network!" Patrick truly was Nicholas' pup. Even the way he yelled at me sounded just like his father.