Neanderthal Patrick Novels & Stories

His voice trembled with emotion, recalling the loss of his own son to rogue attacks which everyone could detect. "More patrols won't suffice," Elder Patel countered. "We need strategic alliances with nearby Packs. “It will be in more intelligent ideas." Sage nodded thoughtfully, considering each suggestion. Though, he needed something stronger than what they were offering. With that, he looked over to his father as he expected something to come from him. It was one main reason he has called him.

“Patrick knows this, but he’s trying to find the right time to tell his kids about it.” “Should have told them from the beginning,” I murmured to Lucian, and he nodded in agreement. He had been pacing in my head since Dad started explaining Patrick and his family’s history. “I still don’t understand how he found a human mate. I mean, that is rare in itself and there aren’t any humans in this town.” “There is one now,” Lucian smirked, flashing an image of Clementine back into my mind again. I ignored him.

Patrick loosens his neck-tie watching his father playing expertly with the body of a girl half his age. “I have no idea how those two even survived the blast when Rita had informed me, they were in there the entire time?” Patrick grunted before settling on the chair in front of them and took a glass of whiskey. His eyes enjoying the show. Hearing that, his father pinches her nipples hard as if punishing her before biting at her exposed neck.

Victoria asked him and held his hand like a younger brother. “I can smell my dad scent. I think he is here, we have to leave this place right now” Patrick says out of breathe and held my hands tightly. Patrick was snot technically from the Crescent pack but he was found in the borders of the pack half dead and was left there by his father who he still traumatize about till now. “He is not here so don’t be scared” Victoria assured him and they walk to the direction where Denver, Claude and Eric stood. “Babe you better don’t die on me in this forest” Eric jokes wrapping his arm around Victoria and Patrick tenses up which made him remove his hand quickly.

"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!"

" Ethan's voice was filled with resentment, as if he'd been holding this back for so long. Ethan, real name Patrick, was born and raised in Lenox City. When Ethan was 15 years old, he witnessed both his family and the town where he grew up being murdered by terrorists. Only a few of the survivors left the desolation of Lenox. Patrick is one of them. Patrick was supported by a juvenile protection organization and brought to the big city.

I said and he agreed. I just picked up my cellphone as well and looked at my Cheekbook feed. The boring thing is that Patry doesn't have a Cheekbook. He really only knows how to get into games, he doesn't like social media platforms. I asked Sera about that and she said nothing because her brother's life is so boring. There seems to be no social life! Alas, she is really a bully. Hahaha!

that we came out of Ned's house. Before leaving, Ned patted Patrick on the shoulder and said, "I am very satisfied with her. You should hurry up and try to give birth to a fat grandson for me next year!" After that, Patrick held me in his arms and put his face close to me. Then he said in an ambiguous tone, "Did you hear what Grandpa had said? We'll have to fight hard when we are at home today." He was too close to me. And the heat was blowing on my ears. My face couldn't help but turn red.

Niel's POV: "Who's Patrick?" Her question managed to make me gaze up and pay attention to her. This girl dared to ask about that moron after seeing how much I despised him. "Haven't you heard what he said before? He's my second cousin," I replied sternly to her. "How are both of you related actually?" She kept getting curious about that moron. Did she like him? "My late grandpa had a younger brother, my great-uncle. Patrick was one of his grandchildren. My father and Pat's father are cousins. So, Pat and I are second cousins."