Romans & histoires Now I'm Gonna Starve Patrick

Zach took her to a luxurious restaurant where they were served seafood, one of the things Paige liked but hadn't had the chance to eat in years, since her dad made sure to make her life miserable. Seeing the table filled with a different array of food, she suddenly became confused as to where to start from. Zach placed his palms under his cheeks, staring at her as she struggled to decide. When she noticed that he wasn't eating, she asked, "Aren't you hungry, sir?" "Oh, I am. Of course, I'll eat," Zach replied. "I am merely having fun watching you." Paige chuckled and began to eat. Meanwhile, at this time, Candy was pacing up and down in her room. She took her phone from her bag, went into th

" She responded "furthermore I barged in and a female was fucking herself directly in front of him.Today was the most humiliating day of my whole existance on this planet." She moaned and scratched her head. "You've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.Yes,we are, do you have any idea who the St Patricks are?! They are one of the world's most powerful brothers.James is one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and you destroyed his automobile,therefore he wants you to pay him back. Tommy St Patrick,his older brother is not someone you should meet" Paz's pupils dilated .

"I'll give you ten million dollars, so help me smooth things over with the construction scandal." I smiled as I watched him make the transfer. Once I received the notification from my bank, I finally said, "Aren't you used to finding a fall guy? I was your last victim. Who is it going to be this time?" Patrick turned purple with rage. "Don't get too cocky, Heath! Now that you've crossed United Enterprise, you have no idea how many people are waiting to see you make a fool out of yourself. They're fully prepared to kick you while you're down. I'm the only one who can save you!

I smiled but it quickly faded, why would uncle Patrick want me dead ​

Wrong move man. Ashley doesn't think when she walks closer to him, and slaps him, "You do that again and I shove your microdick down your throat" he does back down however, and he clears his throat, "I'm Patrick, its a pleasure to meet such a" he pauses, "beautiful young woman" She rolls her eyes back at him, and she massages her temples with her fingertips, "God I'm thankful to love women" Patrick decides to ignore Ashley, and skips right to why he is here.

"OMG! Alex! How long have you been there?" She asked him, blushing furiously at the thought of him watching her dance. "Not too long, good to see you are preparing something iam starving" he said, entering inside the kitchen. "You work hard, I figure you would be hungry since you've exhausted your strength, get seated, I will serve you dinner"

I began ranting. " You know, when I die, I'm going to tell everyone that I was ever assigned to group projects with to put me in the grave so they can let me down one more time. " I finished, and I heard a rich rolling sound. Starstruck, I stared at Patrick, wide eyed. Did he.... Just laugh??

"Chelsea, his mother has cancer. A heart transplant won't cure her at all. Patrick is deliberately—" Before I could finish, Patrick suddenly began groveling. "Wyatt, I'll return everything I ever took from you, and I won't ever bother Chels and Callie anymore. I'm begging you! How much money do you want? I'll pay you for this, okay?" I felt chilled to the bone. I was so angry that I could barely speak. "I don't want your money! I want the heart! Give me back the heart!" "That's enough!" Chelsea yelled, exploding with rage as she yanked me back. "You'd fake being sick just to hurt Pat's mother? And you would even stir up trouble by playing on people's sympathy? You've really gone too far this

Jason spent most of his life outside the pack, and only returned two years ago. My eyes widened. She is a princess of that pack? My phone rang, and my brows furrowed at the sight of the caller. Father? Why is he calling? “Uhm… guys, I need to take this call outside.” I said, standing up. “Sure.” Viola. Almost every students’ eyes followed me as I walked briskly out of the canteen, answering the call the moment I stepped into the walkway. “Father…” I pressed the phone to my ear.

“And…” I hesitated. Denver waited. “There was a partly eaten apple on the floor.” His entire body went still. My stomach tightened instantly. “Denver?” He didn’t answer immediately. “The apple…” His voice sounded distant now.“That’s the last thing I remember eating.” Confusion spread through me immediately. “What?” Denver dragged a hand down his face slowly. “When I came back from the party that night, I was starving.” His voice sounded distant now, like he was piecing memories together in real time. “I remember refusing alcohol. Refusing food.”