Pat Stares At Novels & Stories

"Well, I have to come back if I don't want to get scolded by Keith later. Can you tell Alan to come to the Keith family lunch this Saturday?" "Yes. No problem. I'll tell Alan." "Thanks, Tatius. See you later." "See you later," said Tatius lightly, as their call was cut off. She looked at the screen of her smartphone, which was now off for a moment, then put it back on her shelf and left the room to resumed her work. Her eyes had caught the image of Patricia's figure, who was now busy enjoying her drink while looking out the cafe window with her legs swinging, making her unable not to smile a little, before being blocked by Thomas, who was standing in front of her.

The death of Darren—the man I had beaten to a pulp in the club. But how? It was nearly laughable. Despite the lack of clarity, I noticed Mr. Patrick's unusual silence. His eyes were fixed on his tablet, and his finger was continually hovering over the screen, tapping furiously, appearing captivated. I cleared my throat slightly, and he looked up at me.

Pat pointed toward the neatly folded duvet lying there. "Were you too busy imagining nonsense to notice that?" Tee slowly turned toward the couch. "...Oh." Pat sighed dramatically. "You really are hopeless." "I was just making sure!" "You call that making sure?" "I call it protecting my best friend." Pat rolled his eyes. Only then did he notice Yut. Yut still wasn't looking directly at him. Pat followed his line of sight and finally realized... He was standing in nothing but his underwear. "...Ah.“ A faint blush slowly crept onto his ears.

Patricia averted her gaze from the alluring lady to John, who suddenly found the blue and orange painting on the wall utterly fascinating, his hands now conveniently tucked into his pockets. Patricia rolled her eyes at John's antics and put on a broad smile, turning to face the unfamiliar woman. "Hi! You must be Patricia. I've been looking forward to the day I finally meet you. When John told me about your visit, I couldn't contain my excitement. Getting to meet the infamous daughter of John! He's told me so much about you..." Patricia zoned out, absentmindedly tapping her fork against her chin while scrutinizing the woman's body language. "Her voice sounds genuine, doesn't look like a prost

The expression on your face when you came. "Ohmigod!" said Patti. "Do I look like that when I come?" said Patti, staring at herself. "You did then," said Jan. "Just look at you!" "I am," said Patti. "It's you getting nailed next." "Yeah!" "I'll pause it there," said Jack. "I'm thirsty. Anyone want a beer?"

He sensed her struggle, the turmoil within, and wished he could lift the burdens she carried. “Pat, come on,” he finally said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. The concern etched on his face was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. “He’s in bad shape, and he really wants to see you.” Caleb’s words hung in the air, heavy with urgency. He could see the conflict brewing behind Patricia's closed eyelids, the flickering shadows of doubt and fear battling against the flicker of hope that dared to ignite.

Chapter 10 Gosh! What sort of a fucking temptation was this? Daniel's gaze met with Patricia who gave him a 'you're dead' kinda look. Shit! The clock ticked, silently announcing each passing seconds. "I am still waiting to see my grandchild receive a kiss from his dad." Graham reminded, sitting on the couch across them. Patricia's eyes darted to everywhere except at Daniel. The glint in her eyes was suspicious as she stared at Graham for a moment.

Arthur called, but Patricia kept her back turned, silent, and not responding. ​ “Pat... well, if you’re not going to turn around, then I’ll just start right now.” ​ “What now?” Patricia quickly turned to look at him, her clear eyes looking at him with innocence. ​ “Are you rested yet?” ​ “Not yet.” ​ “Then give me a moment.” ​ “Fine…” Patricia stretched out her words with a sarcastic tone and turned her back to him as before. Right now, she was sleepy and wanted to sleep most of all. With that, she closed both eyelids and fell asleep.

Now, all I can think about is whether Maeve is getting her powers back, and wondering how she’s going to feel when the eclipse ends, and they return in full. “Soren?” “What?” Patton appears with the duster in one hand and a broom in the other, his dark hair swept back away from his face and blue eyes even sharper after several days spent in the sun, building garden boxes or whatever the hell he’s been up to since I arrived four days ago. His lips part to ask some question I assume pertains to what we should do for dinner, if we can risk going to the nearest villages for groceries, when he turns to the TV and gasps excitedly. “Wow, do you know who that is?” he asks, pointing to the TV.

' At last, reaching the amusement park, Ellar spotted a solitary figure sitting on the ground, hugging her knees, leaning against the park's gate, her eyes empty, resembling a homeless person. "Patricia!" Ellar hurried over and enveloped her in his arms. "It's pouring, why didn't you seek cover?" Patricia slowly shifted her gaze to Ellar, taking a moment to recognize him. "Ellar, why are you here?" she asked, sounding a bit disoriented. Noticing the quiver in her voice, Ellar expressed concern, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold, standing here in the rain?" "The park is closed," Patricia uttered slowly, her voice carrying a touch of sadness.