Krusty Krab Patrick Novels & Stories

“OWWW! THAT’S FOUL, YOU MAFIA LEADER! OUCH!” Patrick laughed at Jacob’s pain and took a bite on an apple. “But Jacob Kim,” he called his friend. “WHAT?!” Jacob hollered because he was still in pain. Patrick smiled. “Thanks for not hurting my sister.” He beamed. He wasn’t going to apologize. He never did wrong. He went here to thank Jacob. Patrick is overprotective of Patrice and he wouldn’t want her hurt. He is thankful that Jacob didn’t hurt Patrice. Jacob smirked. “Well, I told you I don’t want to be a monster.” He shrugged. “And besides, she’s the only family you have.”

Chris went and sat waiting until it got to his turn, and an assistant came up to escort him to Patrick's office. "Long time no see, man," Chris said as he stepped into Patrick's office and offered him a handshake while smiling sweetly at Patrick. Patrick wasn't happy, but he smiled back at Chris, as it had been long since he saw his childhood friend. "How are you doing, man?" Chris asked Patrick, who looked a bit sober. Patrick sat up properly and replied, "I'm fine, man, as you can see. "What will you like me to offer you?" Patrick asks Chris.

"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!"

she broke off, cross with herself at having said so much. "Oh no", he replied. "Kingsley chose it". He turned his head to look at Patrick, and an expression of pain crossed his features. "My good boy, are you emulating the style of Mr Fritzwa and his associates, or is that monstrous erection round your neck due merely to the clumsiness of your valet?" "I was in a hurry", said Patrick defensively, and reddening in spite of himself. "Then do not be in a hurry again. Cravats are not to be tied in an instant. I hear you bought Scruton's bay mare at Tentarall's".

Alexander and his family had just finished cleaning up the mess in the living room. Patrick was on the couch, smoking with a glum expression. He seemed like a completely changed person compared to the wimpy person he used to be. "Open the window. Let the air in. Don't let Olivia smell the smoke when she returns." He had smoked a dozen cigarettes. He said in a low voice, "Alex, come with me on a walk." A few minutes later, Alex held Patrick's arm and headed down to the compound for a walk. Patrick took a deep breath and said, "All these years, with my crippled leg, I longed for a family's love. Today, I finally saw it all. I can only rely on myself."

“Dad, I’m so happy you’re back.” “You decided to stay behind because of your boyfriend,” he said, a teasing edge in his voice. Christy stiffened. Her mother touched his arm in warning. “Honey…” “Alright, alright,” he relented. “I won’t say another word.” Christy exhaled and turned to her kid brother. “Patrick.” He pursed his lips. “You don’t pat a man’s head like that. I’m going to grow taller than you, you know. And when I do, I’ll pat your head all day to remind you.”

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."