Now I'm Gonna Starve Patrick Novels & Stories

My stomach groaned as I sighed, “I’m so hungry… I guess I missed lunch.” “Come have dinner with me,” I jolted as I heard Patrick voice behind me. When did he come in? I turned and saw him smiling at me with his shoulder resting on the frame of the door. “Dinner… at my place… Tonight?” he said, wearing a smirk. Hell yes. I screamed in my head. I licked my lips and looked down as I tried to hide my excitement. “No sir, I wouldn’t want to cause you any inconvenience, sir,” I lied, hoping he would press on.

Hell, Pierce already did several years ago for her birthday, and she had been hinting at wanting to get some work done to her face this year. Patrick threw his napkin down on the table and excused himself. He couldn’t stomach the abuse any longer and had lost his appetite at the sight of the dead-eyed look that graced his friend’s face. Stella robbed Pierce of the man he used to be, and it was clear to Patrick that Pierce was sinking into a pit of despair that he may never be able to climb his way out of.

My head snapped to the side and a sob tore out of my throat. “Do not speak to me that way,” he said calmly. I tasted blood. “You think I care whether you live or die?” he asked. “Whether that child survives?” My body shook violently. “Killian will find me,” I whispered desperately. Patrick straightened. “He will search,” he said. “He will rage. He will kill.” My heart leapt. “And then,” Patrick continued, “he will fail.” Terror clawed at my chest. “You should never have believed you were safe,” he said. “You were nothing more than entertainment to him. A distraction.”

Starved Passion::: Ivana knew she desperately needed a job to keep body and soul together, the clock beside her bed shows 2:45am in the morning and she was carefully looking for a vacancy application with a cup of tea in her hand, five different newspapers lay on her bed. Her present condition could be termed pathetic! Or Maybe desperate completely.

He stopped and put the sledgehammer down. “Pat, that hottie is not hot like me.” Patricia squinted her eyes at him. “Are you hungry?” She asked as I laughed and took the hammer to try it. “Nope.” “I think you are hungry, Cal. You are so full of yourself, but your stomach is empty.” “For God’s sake. You are like Kelly.”

'' Aliyah laughed. ''No ma cherie, it is not a gang up. Let's call it a way to make you happy because right now, you look like shit.'' Patrick said. ''I feel like one too.'' she murmured. ''Anyway, i have entrusted Lucas to do something about it and i know he isn't going to fail me.'' Patrick said. ''No sir.'' Lucas confirmed. ''Good. I will see you guys later for dinner, i need to sort out some paper works.'' Patrick said before walking away.

Brandon Hawthorne said if I wanted to marry him, I had to prove I was tough enough to be a Hawthorne. He took my bank cards, ditched me in a city I'd never been to, and made me figure out how to get home alone. When my fever hit 104°F, he still refused to let the family doctor through the door. Instead, I had to smile through dinner with a house full of Hawthorne relatives while I could barely stay on my feet. And every time I finally asked Brandon for help, he looked at me like I'd failed him. "You can't even handle something this simple. How are you supposed to be my wife?" But when his childhood friend, Patty Rowan, got blisters from her shoes, he picked her up and carried her away

As I munch on my sandwich his voice makes me pause dread filling my bones, Oliver is not here yet. "Will you look at this, ain't I a lucky fella". Patrick's voice rings out. My eyes bulge out of their socket as I spot him. My fingers tremble on their own accord. This man elicits so much fear in me that no one will ever be able to. "What are you doing on this side, sweet peas?. Why am I even asking that, of course you're free to move as you please, it's a free country". "Pa… Pa..Patrick". I stutter

I ate too quickly, choking several times. After eating my fill, I curled up on the floor and slept. When Carter came in again, he saw the empty plates I had licked clean. He sneered, “I knew it. Someone like you would never starve yourself to death.” I huddled in the corner, hugging my knees to my chest, head bowed in silence.

His eyes hold a storm, but his face remains passive as he says, “I’ve lost my appetite.” Exactly ten seconds after he walks out, laughter returns.