Live Unoffendable Patricia King Novels & Stories

“Ms. Patricia, control your adopted son. My slaps don’t discriminate. If this happens again, I don’t mind recording a video and spreading Mike’s name far and wide.” “North Myers!” Patricia cried before throwing caution to the wind and rushing toward her. She looked exactly like a madwoman as she did.

“The truth is, it doesn’t matter to me anymore what you think of me. Because I’ve known for a long time how you really see me, Alvin,” Patricia said, her voice laced with sarcasm, the words sharp as daggers aimed at the man before her. She stood up with a certain grace, heading toward the kitchen in search of something—anything—that could distract her from the growing tension.

Again, Patricia ignored him. "Come on girly," Patricia clapped her hands in glee, encouraging the female lead in the movie. "You don't need to give up. More punches to his gut and groin." Her eyes danced as she cheered at the female actress who obviously had been attacked by five men but she single handedly handled all of them. Their corpse laid on the floor. "Look behind!" Patricia yelled in warning as one of the men rose with a dagger to stab the female actress. Red in the face, Daniel turned off the flat screen, putting an end to Patricia's excitement.

“And I’m having sex.” Evelyn stared at her. “I don’t know what to think.” “Don’t think,” Patricia said. “Just stay my friend.” “Of course,” Evelyn said. “Want to see my costume?” Patricia asked. “My costume?” Evelyn repeated. “They picked it for me,” Patricia said. “Out of a hat.” “I guess,” Evelyn said. Patricia stood and walked toward the television. She slipped a disk into the player. “Watch this while I change,” Patricia said.

The ecstasy was out of this world and it was only the slut house that can take any man or woman from being impotent or unable to be pleased by their partners to having their cum all over the floors and walls of the room. God, am I good at my job? Too bad, today marks the last day of me being the queen of the men… but as I like to call it the queen of the dogs, because that's all they are to me; worthless, ruthless and cheating bastards, and by this time tomorrow I would be engaged to their king. “ Hey sese… what took you so long? The girls are finding it hard keeping him entertained “ Patricia said, stepping out from behind the curtains while cleaning up cum from her mouth.

She looked like an ordinary college girl, yet there was an extraordinary sharpness in her gaze. “Not fate,” Arian said coldly. “You’re following me.” “I am following you. Because you’re interesting. The King of Dhaka, reduced to an ordinary student here. That’s worth watching.” “I was never ordinary. Nor will I ever be.” Emilie smiled. That smile held no mystery—only competition. “We’ll see about that. There’s an event at the university this week. A debate competition. Are you participating?” “No.” “You should. Because I am. And I want everyone to see—just how big Arian Khan really is.”

​ "It's not crazy." ​ "Ah! You lunatic! Why do you have to do these insane things to me? What kind of karma am I paying for to have to deal with someone like you?" Patricia thrashed and struck out at him as he shoved her down onto the sofa. He worked to strip off her shorts and her tiny underwear until she was completely bare. No matter how much she kicked or struggled, he remained unfazed. She quickly grabbed a large throw pillow to hug against herself, curling her legs in tight and making herself as small as possible.

I stopped at what she said. "Don't you remember me? I'm Death Rose. You stole the title of being the underground Queen from me and now you're also planning to steal Zachary?" Patricia says furiously and grits her teeth. So she's death rose. She was one of my opponents for the title of being the underground Queen. She could not accept that I had defeated her. So she challenged me a few times but I always refused. Why would I waste trash like her? Every second of my time is too precious just to be wasted with someone like her.

" Every woman is. You're all weaker vessels who should be at the mercy of the higher male. Never again will I be subject to ridicule and neither will my son." " I don't understand." Subject to ridicule? If I remembered clearly, king Oliver was loved by everyone, before his switch up that is. " Subject to ridicule by who?" "Why should I tell you?" He snapped but almost instantly his smile was back. " Or maybe you should know, that is the reason you're here right? And I know your life basically depends on this." "My life? What are you talking ...."

Patricia grits out and Gabe scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Well I don't think this is the kind of situation you can give any orders. What the hell is happening mum, why can't you tell us!" "Probably because she is so ashamed to tell you that her oh so deaconess self is nothing but a fvcking murderer!" Patricia gasps. They had found her They all turn to the owner of the voice and her eyes widens. "You!" "Yeah me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" * * |•BLISS•|