Novel & Cerita Now I'm Gonna Starve Patrick

Once I become a suspect, my name will be spoiled and can never get back to the way I was. " How dare you call her a bitch after she died," Patrick muttered. He's mad and grieving at the same time. My life's a mess. This is only the beginning.

The room obviously belonged to a teenaged girl whose biggest interests were K-Pop boy bands, clothes, and makeup. I couldn't even remember my room at home. All I saw when I closed my eyes was the mate I had left sleeping in a room at LUST. Patrick answered on the first ring and I humbled myself to say, "Ethan deserves your help. Tell me what to do. Please." I felt myself getting sicker and sicker the more Patrick talked. His proposition to steal from my mate was more disgusting than the man who had tried to claim me as payment for Patrick's debt.

I sighed deeply, "Zam called him and you know what's next." He laughed and even slightly ruffled my hair, "Argh! Patrick! Don't mess with my hair. Where's Patty, by the way?" "All right. Patricia had already gone home so I'm the only one here. It's good timing that you can get on my motorbike with me. So, where do you want to go?" "I am feeling hungry. You pick out a restaurant or fast-food chain," I said. He scratched his head, "Oh, Rose. I don't have money to eat right now."

Sheeter can't live without you? Didn't even get a chance to respond—Patrick cut in, yelling, "What the hell are you saying? I CAN'T live without my wife!" Susan finally clued in that she'd wrecked her own rep and went quiet. Patrick turned back, laying it on thick. "Babe, I just felt bad for Della. She's surrounded by strangers. No one really loves her. I just wanted her to feel secure." Then Elise's voice dropped into my mind again:

Silver gave in to Sugar. It was lively as many people were gathered for the meal. The atmosphere was great, and everyone’s appetite grew as well. Even Patrick ate half a steak, and a bowl of soup, with some sides. He also had some fruits to finish off. The elders told Audrey, “Old Pat doesn’t usually eat much, Audrey. He would take a bit of noodles, half a bowl of soup, and some vegetables. He doesn’t even eat fruits afterward.” Audrey looked toward Patrick and said, “You should eat more, Uncle True. More nutrients would do you good.”

The henchman grabbed Patrick’s arms, holding him fast while he struggled. “What?” Patrick barked, his voice quavering. “But... but you promised me money, status! Olivia!” “Oh, you poor, naive little man,” Olivia cooed mockingly. She snapped her fingers, and before anyone could react, the man with the scar stepped forward, cocking a gun in his hand. The sound of the gunshot was deafening in the enclosed space. Patrick’s body crumpled to the floor beside me, his eyes wide and lifeless. Screams erupted from the crowd, and I felt bile rise in my throat, threatening to spill over.

What if Patry doesn’t accept my departure to Canada and breaks up with me? I'm going crazy mentally. I don't know if I'm going to say that to Patry. I have a lot of chances to tell him that, especially since it's only July now. With so many chances, the courage I had to tell him that diminished even more. "I just bought shawarma rice and ramen noodles." Patry came again and I could see the food he had laid out on our table. I took a spoon and fork and quietly began to eat. "Why are only guys watching a movie with you?"

The fact that I had not died was a problem for them. "Let him in." I said, rising from my chair to allow my full size as Patrick entered the room. Patrick came in, his lanky quick movements energizing the room in the way he did. His wayward eyes were never fully centered. While he was not very old his course hair was prematurely gray with a receding hairline. "I hear we're to offer you a congratulations on your she-wolf winner yesterday." His tone was dripping in mockery. "I'm surprised the Starstream Pack dares to show their faces at such a respectable event. We're all surprised that you live without the blood."

I looked at her stomach and said coldly, "Instead of worrying about my business, maybe focus on that poor child who'll be born illegitimate and unwanted." Lily finally couldn't take it anymore and fled through the crowd of whispers. I stared Patrick down and enunciated each word clearly, "Listen carefully—I stopped loving you long ago. Keep your woman in line and stop dragging me into your mess." "And thanks for leaving me—the best thing you ever did for me." Patrick's face changed as he pressed a hand to his chest and stepped back.

In the joint attack of the crowd, Patrick left helplessly with his luggage in hand. Watching Patrick walking away through the window, my mother grimaced and said. "Where do you think he'll go?Will he become a homeless person?" I knew my mom was too soft-hearted so I quickly said. "Mom, don't worry. He's not that old.He's still capable and has business experience. He won't starve to death." "Though he keeps causing us harm, he used to be the love of my life. I hope he doesn't suffer too much.”