Neanderthal Patrick Novels & Stories

Tom said calmly, "Unfortunately, Patrick is sick and can't come today." Hearing this, the crowd began to discuss the situation again. "He's sick? Is it so coincidental that he fell ill on his birthday?" "Exactly! Is he really sick or is he just pretending?" Someone impatiently said, "He's had a condition all along. There's no need for him to pretend. Mr. Strauss Senior, we heard that Patrick is mute and also has autism. Please tell the truth in front of everyone. Are those rumors true?"

"You have trespassed into the Valemont soil. You have taken my son. Tell me who ordered it, or I will peel the hide from your bones before the sun rises too high." The man chuckled, the deep phlegmy sound rattling in his broad chest. "Threaten me with your claws, boy. I hunted the abominations of your rejected mate’s bloodline when your father was just claiming his pack. I am Patrick. St. Patrick to those who consider me a savior of this world. Your fangs mean nothing to the man who has spent fifty years destroying the taint of the Nullifiers."

Then, he glared straight at Patrick's face. "Family? I thought you never considered me as one. Wasn't it you who refused to talk to me first? Should I remind you who's the one that said I'm not worthy to be called an Anderson," Niel said sternly at Patrick. Patrick was silent by his words. But he remained reserved and didn't show any reaction towards Niel's words. Instead, he smirked again at Niel. Then he bravely walked closer to them again. This time he turned his body to face Haylee.

“You are friends with this Neville?” Patrick is blushing furiously. “Yeah, Neville is one of my friends. I believe he also likes Pat, but thinks that there is no chance. I mean Pat’s team captain is a homophobe, so there is that.” “Patrick Angel Castillo! You better not be friends with that team captain!” Auntie Kelly looks serious. “I’m not, mama! He’s the team captain and I have to socialize a bit, especially as one of the top candidates to take his place, but I am not friends with Jordan, that dude is a bully!” Patrick says meekly.

“I don’t know yet, but all I know is that Avira is at the center of it.” “So what do you need me to do?” Patrick didn’t hesitate for a second. “I really didn’t want to drag you into this, but right now I don’t have a choice.” “Just tell me what you need.” Typical Patrick. Always ready to help him, no matter the situation. Even during their training days, Patrick had always been the one standing beside him. Patrick came from one of the oldest werewolf hunter families.

“Have you seen my significant other?” “I haven’t. I haven’t even seen you.” I turned to Shirley. “Mrs. Carroll, this is my dear cousin, Patrick Richardson. Pat, may I introduce you to Shirley Carroll, Senator Carroll’s wife.” “From…California?” “Why, yes. I didn’t think that people in Georgia would know that.” Pat’s lips quirked. “I am from here. However, now I live with my partner in New York. It’s your husband’s work regarding the legalization of cultivating marijuana that I’m familiar with.”

I thought it was clear that strangers are not allowed snooping around the Villa. I look at him narrowing my eyes. Don bombom has a green pepper's character. —I wasn't snooping.- I correct him, annoyed. - I got lost. I cross my arms over my chest in a smug attitude. I've to stretch my neck to be able to look at his face. The guy is too tall. (Patrick, his name is Patrick.) I'm five feet tall and I'm having a crick from trying to hold his gaze. He grimaces in exasperation, grabs my elbow forcing me to spread my arms and yanking along with him.

I nodded, considering whether or not to tell them about the call I'd received from Eugene earlier. "You should” I said after a pause “In the meantime, Patrick and I will head over to meet him”. Patrick sighed dramatically “I've never seen a dead man before” "You sound like a child about to meet their idol” I said dryly He shrugged “More like I'm about to meet an old friend I thought was dead” His voice was filled with an emotion I didn't quite recognize. "Oh?" Liam said, patting Patrick on the shoulder "You need a tissue? Or a few seconds to yourself?” Patrick batted Liam's hand away,

"Look over there." It was Patrick. He was crossing the street towards us, an easy smile on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a gray t-shirt, dark jeans, and skate shoes. A silver necklace with a simple pendant swung on his chest. When he waved, the jacket sleeve rode up, revealing a glimpse of an intricate tattoo on his forearm. "Look who's here," I said, nudging Emma lightly with my shoulder. She giggled and nudged me back. "Stop it, I'm hating this 'less proper young lady' phase of yours." But the smile she directed at Patrick was wide and genuine.

He took a seat on the bench and smelled the fresh air. He fumbled with his fingers before gathering his courage to speak. ''OH Annie dear, I am so sorry for all the wrongs I have done to you. I wish I could have come to my senses sooner. You didn't deserve my hate. All you gave us was love. We were unjust to you. Thank you for blessing us with Adrianna. She is indeed and angel Just like you. I know you are proud of her'', Patrick spoke from his heart. He felt a huge weight lifting from his chest. He had finally let go of the regret he carried for eighteen years.