I Wrote This By Patrick Star Novels & Stories

Last year, Patrick was at death's door again. He did his best to calm himself. He nodded at his friends before saying to Audrey, “Missy Drey, I’ll do my best to stay alive until you guys have avenged Ms. Tiara and punished Ms. Belinda. I wouldn’t be able to rest in peace otherwise. I’m useless. It’s been so many years, but I still wasn’t able to avenge Ms. Tiara or find you and your sister.”

The imagination of my transformation made me all over the moon. ‘It’s too early to rejoice, Adele. Relax’. “So, you are going to keep the book. I wrote all the diet plans there, and our exercising routine too.” He said casually, and I quickly flipped through the pages, glancing through them. “Thanks for this. I will study it when I get home.” I said, pushing it inside my backpack. My eyes scanned around for nothing, my grip tightening on my backpack, heart thumping hard as silence thickened around us awkwardly.

She asked. Patrick nodded. “Coincidentally, my foster father’s surname is also KWON. Then they got the name our parents gave me.” He replied. Patrice nodded. “Good to know.” She replied smiling. Patrick smiled back. “So, how are you? How have you been all these time?” He asked. Patrice smiled faintly. “Well, I practiced living by myself after living in the orphanage for years. I work and I pay for my everyday necessities.” She replied.

The room obviously belonged to a teenaged girl whose biggest interests were K-Pop boy bands, clothes, and makeup. I couldn't even remember my room at home. All I saw when I closed my eyes was the mate I had left sleeping in a room at LUST. Patrick answered on the first ring and I humbled myself to say, "Ethan deserves your help. Tell me what to do. Please." I felt myself getting sicker and sicker the more Patrick talked. His proposition to steal from my mate was more disgusting than the man who had tried to claim me as payment for Patrick's debt.

Chris sat down in his parlor thinking of what to do, as he couldn't just let Tina go that easily as he still loved her, and she made his heart yearn to be with her, as he truly wanted Tina for himself, and he hated Patrick for it. {Why's Patrick always luckier than I am? Patrick is internationally recognized despite not having any master's degree or being a graduate of any university like me, yet Patrick seems to aim higher than I've. Patrick has more money than me, and now he has Tina too, no way} - Chris said out as he boiled.

“As far as I know, saving someone's reputation is not a crime, young man.” Everyone in the room knew Patrick, so they knew exactly what he was talking about. Only the guests were a bit surprised by the strange familiarity of the famous author with him. Jo wondered what he did this time. “Another stripper?” She asked. “No, this time an exclusive prostitute.” He said with undisguised pride in his voice. “Wow! Sounds interesting, I like it.” She tapped him on the shoulder with her orthosis. “I am doing my best!” He replied proudly.

Trace did not hear Patrick’s instructions for a long time, so he had to raise his head boldly and peeked over towards Patrick, but he was looking at himself with a smile, and when he looked over, he said, “Trace, are you telling me that the people I have are not as good as The Growlers? I can’t do it, and I have to ask my nemesis to do it?” “No, Master Patrick ,” Trace wanted to hammer himself to death as he tried to calm himself down and said to Patrick, “It’s just that the best person we have is you, Master Patrick. ” Patrick was almost laughing at Trace’s words. “So, now you’re telling me that either, I’m going to do it myself, or, I’m going to get help from The Growlers?” Patrick could o

I sat on the couch in the corner and waited " You guys can leave ...I want to alone today ..if you know what I mean " " Are you sure boss ...we can always wait outside " " Go and have some fun , I will see you tomorrow...I don't want anyone here...I want to enjoy without disturbance" Fucking Patrick said,if only he knew he was going to die "Okay boss...see you tomorrow " He got in whistling and locked the door .he didn't even bother putting the lights on .he just removed his clothes till he was naked .he gave himself a little Stroke on the dock

I’m drawing something on a napkin. A sequence of stars. Five points connected to form a simple pattern that, at the time, I called “the only constellation we ever invented.” “Do you have paper and a pen?” I ask suddenly. Luka hands me a notepad and a pen, looking satisfied, as though he’d been waiting for exactly that question. My hand is already moving on its own, reproducing on paper the same pattern of five stars, each with a letter beneath it—always the same initial. M. M. M. M. M.

“I’m going to have his baby any day now. And I forced him to promise to stay away from us. This was my only punishment for Gabriel De León, the man who destroyed our lives… our happy family.” She gave a harsh laugh. “Still… What I’m feeling now it’s so strange, mummy. I should be happy, but… I’m not. I guess I never thought he’d stay so true to his word. Perhaps he’s not the liar I thought. And my heart is telling me so… Oh, mummy, I’m so confused… so sad… all the time. I wish I could rewrite the stars… I wish I could change the past… What happened to you, to daddy… To me…”