Now I'm Gonna Starve Patrick Novels & Stories

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

"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 ​

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

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??

"Wyatt? Are you the one saying that my mom stole your heart?" He dropped to his knees right in front of me. "I was wrong to take your things before. I'm sorry. I apologize. Whatever you have against me, take it out on me. Please just spare my mom, okay?" Chelsea's expression hardened instantly. "Wyatt, just because your mother is no longer around, you're making sure Pat loses his mother too? How could you be so cruel?" My nails dug deep into my palms, and I bit down so hard I nearly drew blood. "Chelsea, his mother has cancer. A heart transplant won't cure her at all. Patrick is deliberately—"

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.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

There was an unpleasant dryness in Patrick's mouth, but he said with a good attempt at nonchalance, "of course. I shan't aim to kill him, however" "No, don't", agreed Mr Fritzwa. "Not that I think he means to make it a killing matter either. I can't see why he should. He'd have to make a bolt for it if he did, and I fancy that wouldn't suit him. What are you doing today?" Patrick achieved a shrug of the shoulders. "Oh, the usual round, my dear fellow! I am engaged to dine at the Star, I believe. I daresay we shall look in at the play, and sup at the Piazzra afterward".

“Why are you so good to me?” “Because you deserve it.” Patrick begins feeding me the pancake. “Oh, you have a little something--” Patrick wipes the stray wild berry off my lips with his thumb. I take the fork and feed him pancake myself. Patrick smiles and looks at me with his beautiful eyes. My eyes stray to his lips as he chews his food. I feel the desire swell up inside me, the lust taking hold. I try with all my might to resist him. “Well, this has been lovely. But I think you should go. I still need to prepare for the fight tonight.”