Now I'm Gonna Starve Patrick Novels & Stories

Mrs Eleanor finally asked Patrick making him to snapped out from his dazed and Patrick already lost his appetite. "Am not hungry mom" Patrick wanted to stood up, but his mother immediately stopped him. "Why son?. Is it because of Loveth?." Patrick shifted his gazed as he saw Loveth shuddered in fright and stared back to him. "No mother. Why're you even asking me about her?" Patrick asked but his mother replied him, "Sit down and eat first son. Remember you have a weak tummy and you wouldn't want to get sick." Patrick groaned and he sat down back and finished his meal.

Alvin asked, his voice smug as he leaned back in his chair, that infuriating grin still plastered on his face. Patricia shrugged, turning her back on him as she opened the fridge, feigning a search for something to eat. The cool air wafted over her, a momentary relief from the heat of their argument, but it did little to calm the turmoil within her. Her heart raced, an insistent reminder of her hunger, yet the truth was she hadn’t eaten anything since that hasty drive-thru meal earlier, barely a few bites swallowed in the chaos of their day. Still, she wasn’t about to admit that to him—not now, not when her pride was at stake.

He holds my hand, taking a large bite. "Do what right?" "I don't want to have to worry about us getting caught or me only seeing you three times in a long while." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose and I swallow. "Hell!...I don't even like not being able to call you mine in public" My heart is beating fast. "So you want to the end the pact?" I ask and feel fear grip me. "Yes" I try not to let go of the bread in my hand. This is it. We're over. We're done. I always knew this would have an end but I didn't think it so soon.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

Martin also let her be, moving to another spot to work on his laptop. Patricia slept heavily, and hunger pangs from not eating all day woke her. Without fully recognizing her surroundings, she sat up rubbing her stomach and thought of getting something to eat. Suddenly, Martin’s gentle voice came, "Are you hungry?" Startled, Patricia paused as she remembered where she was.

“I just want to help Celeste. I don’t want to leave her hanging, that’s not fair.” Patrick held my gaze. “You can’t save anyone, it’s time for you to back off.” He replied, cocking a brow at me. “Don’t you care about the kids or even yourself?” I blew out an exasperated breath. “I also care about Celeste.” “I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.” His tone was clipped. “Just call her and tell her that it’s not happening. She will find another way around it.” It was clear that Patrick didn’t like Celeste or he would have been more patient or even helped us to find another way to fix the problem.

“I don’t know where it goes tonight, but I have bad feelings about today’s confrontation. Jig might not meet the challenge and, if it happens, we need to have a plan B. Prepare the girl to leave this place. As soon as Jig gives the last breath, we spring out of this place like lightning. There would be no room for negotiation with Samuel. He wants to kill us all.” “I’m not surprised,” said Patrick, holding his fag in his mouth. He felt resigned after putting Bianca on drugs. It seemed to hurt his fatherly feelings. “You’re such a hypocrite, Patrick,” Stacy put a sour smile on his face. “But one thing we have in common, the desire of freedom. The freedom from idiots.” “Yup.” Patrick put the f

"Patrick.... Where are they?" 'How the hell does he know who I am!?" Patrick thought to himself recoiling and beginning to panic. "W-What are you talking about?.." He asked eyes wandering side to side searching for help or an escape route. None of his friends were willing to meet his gaze. 'Abandoning me now you bastards!?' "I'm going to ask one last time." "Go fuck yourself." Patrick said grinning.

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 will live on the outskirts with your mates and your children, and you will raise them. You will carry your shame yourself , not give it to them to inherit.” Patrick swallowed hard , throat thick, shoulders trembling. He had expected death. He had expected humiliation. He had expected to be stripped, broken, thrown into the wild to be torn apart. But this… This was mercy. Mercy he had not earned. “Michelle…” he whispered. But she did not let him speak her name. “We are strangers now,” she said. “Nothing binds us. Nothing ever will again.” Patrick closed his eyes. And nodded. Because there was nothing else left.