Neanderthal Patrick Novels & Stories

Jack growled, kissing her hair. Jack settled down in a seat at the table while Claire fidgeted around in the kitchen making her and Jack something to drink. Several minutes later a still very flushed Ariadne came out with an over protective Patrick following behind her. Jack looked Patrick up and down trying to size him up. Patrick ignores the look from Jack. “Ariadne, why don't you introduce us to your...friend.” Claire said with a sweet smile. “Auntie Claire and Uncle Jack, this is Patrick.” Ariadne said very shortly, she wasn't about to let them know he was Patrick Smith son of Ed Smith and their rival.

He sighed and began "According to Patrick, he met you when he bumped into you at Garba corp when you first came to Lagos. He was absolutely smitten by you and he didn't know that Aminu liked you already at the time. He did his research and found out you were Louis' cousin. He tried to pursue you but as usual, Aminu won you ever first. Typical of him, he stole my girl too. Any who, Patrick like I said before is a sociopath and I don't need to tell you what could happen when a sociopath can't get what he really wants. So, he first harassed you at a club for which he was arrested and later released, then he uh kidnapped you." "What? Who kidnaps someone they claim to love?" I asked frowning and

“ What was it?” “ Now you trust me?” The person knew he just hit a jackpot. He thought he could just make a cheap price to buy both of them. But unable to know, Patrick knew what he was thinking. “ I will give you 500K dollars if you sell me both of them! What do you think?” “ Introduce yourself first!” Patrick used his phone to search. Other than money, everything seemed to have worked properly. The WiFi just connected without any problems here. “ Patrick Conal. I'm a fashion designer”

Now that she's met Patrick, she would be ready to help him however possible she can. “Aurora, how about Adrian, would you give him a chance again?” Patrick asked. Now, they both are on par with each other. And his obsessed girlfriend is no more, last that he checked, she was jailed along with Sabastian Walker and Nathaniel for attempted murder of grandfather Lester. “No please. Don't ever bring up the name of that bastard before me, ever again, Patrick!” Aurora scowled. She despises him a lot.

Turns out, it was nothing more than my own wishful thinking. Patrick skipped over to Natalia, arms wide open for a hug. He kept calling her "Nat" so sweetly, like they were incredibly close. "Nat, can you be my mom? I promise I'll behave!" Natalia chuckled and teased, "Don't you already have a mom, Patrick? Why do you want me to be your mom too?" Patrick frowned, his face full of disdain. "I don't want that woman to be my mom. Grandma said she's crazy. I don't want to be the pup of a lunatic."

Kaze looked at Patrick and said bluntly, “Only a sucker like you would think everything else has your brain cells. You’re delusional to think you can acquire billions of dollars for nothing. “I hit you to knock some sense into you, and you should thank me for that.” “Ugh!” Patrick coughed up blood. He glared at Kaze. “Just you wait. I’ll kill you, or my name isn’t Patrick Weather.” “Alright. I have nothing better to do. I’ll wait.” Kaze nodded with a pretentious smile. For some reason, Kaze’s confidence made Patrick uneasy. “I’m Neely, Mr. Weather’s personal assistant. I’m here on official business.”

"Nice, I like him. Can you give him his number?" "Hey, stop that!" I look at him with disgust. "I don't want to sell my best friend to you, Pat." Patrick is bisexual. He likes to pick up anyone he finds cute, but we don't mind. All his relationships so far are with girls, and this is the first time I heard him asking for a guy's number. "Are you tired of dating girls?" I ask as I get my attention back to the players playing. "Nah, I just wanted to try cute guys like him."

He could not even form a complete sentence. "Harry, do you really not know?" Neil stood by the side and sneered. "Who else? Of course, it's that cripple Patrick and his daughter!" Harry clenched his fists tightly. He trembled. The veins on his neck popped. Neil's gaze gleamed slyly. He sneered. "I guess you haven't heard about it yet. Patrick formed a new company and called it 'New Chesire Group'. He has embarrassed us all! Dad got angry and passed out on the spot. If I didn't send him to the hospital in time, what you'll be seeing now is his urn instead."

came a perky voice. Caitlin turned, and standing there, just a few feet behind her, was a tall, thin, redheaded boy covered in freckles, with cropped hair, large ears and a huge smile. She had never seen anyone look so happy. He almost looked like a cartoon character. “Assigned?” Caitlin asked. “I’m your training partner,” he said, and reached out a hand. “Patrick,” he said. Caitlin shook his hand—it was long and thin, and very cold. Caitlin couldn’t understand how this person could be a fighter.

he insisted. “Why?” she asked. No matter what Zander said, Patrick was a good journalist. He had friends everywhere. He was charming and approachable. Since he’d gotten back to New York, he’d spent every evening hitting the trendy Scottish bars where journalists swarmed and had made more contacts, even though he didn’t drink a drop of alcohol. He knew everyone and everything. “Because,” Patrick said, snapping a purple Sour Patch in half between his teeth and flashing her a smirk, “it literally does have your name on it. Now, do you promise not to freak the hell out when I show you what I found?”