Patricia Cheeks Novels & Stories

, Merissa said adoring her, " Yes..", Patricia turned around slowly showing off her grace while Moraine rolled her eyes, " I've been asking the secret behind this your glowing skin and you still haven't told me, though you said I'm your friend ", Leila said faking a pout, Patricia chuckled as she took her seat with her cup of wine, " I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or if you are honestly curious about my skincare products", " Are you sure you're glowing because of skin care products or because you're on cloud nine?", Merissa eyed her playfully,

“I’m fine now, Mom. I’m really fine” “You don’t look fine to me at all” Patricia’s voice cracked as she looked at her daughter's face. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly. She traced the edge of the largest bruise with the pad of her thumb, so lightly it barely registered. “See all those bruises. Who wants to spoil my baby’s face and lovely skin?” The tears spilled over then, tracking down her cheeks in silent, glistening lines. “I absolutely don’t accept this. What right does that psycho have to hurt you? I’m going to make sure she pays thoroughly for this. I’ll sit through every single hearing. I’ll write letters to the judge if I have to. I’ll…”

she greeted him, lifting her gaze just enough to meet his eyes with a forced smile. Patricia’s smile was a mask of calm professionalism, perfectly crafted to shield the storm brewing inside her. It wasn’t the warm, genuine smile she used to reserve for Alvin in their earlier days. No, this was different—cool, detached, and deliberately poised. She knew that by keeping her composure, she could throw him off balance. Her emotions, though churning beneath the surface, were expertly hidden behind that calculated expression. And that was exactly what she wanted. As her lips curved in that controlled smile, she could almost feel the tension it caused in the air between them. It was a subtle power

I didn't notice it before, but there are small gray hairs around his eyes, revealing his elderly age. "Hey girls," a southern voice greets. I look up and see Patricia descending from the stairs, gracefully approaching us as she tosses her long blonde hair that is as straight as a pin and reaches her hips. Crayvin swung his denim-clad hips to face her, a small smile forming at the sight of her. I Juliet to my feet and gave her a faint wave. "Hey, Patricia," I reply. She continues walking towards us, her breasts bouncing in her thin red tank, her long lean legs on display with her blue shorts, and her bare feet padding against the concrete flooring.

PATRICIA “Patricia.” Patricia looked at her brother. "Hmmm?" "I’ve been calling you to come downstairs. You have a visitor." She stood up and released the book she was holding. "Who is it?" "Just come down and look. Stop asking." Kit rolled his eyes and left his younger sister. Patricia, on the other hand, was still smiling until she came downstairs to see who her visitor was. She opened the gate and smilingly looked at her alleged visitor. But that smile of hers suddenly disappeared when she saw that visitor.

It already broke her once, and she won't let it happen to her again. "Uncle Bob, this is the friend that I was telling you about." Tasha greeted a decent-looking man. "This is Patricia. Pat, this is Uncle Bob." Uncle Bob looked at Patricia with scrutinizing eyes, noticing her long, wavy hair, tall height, slim figure, and beautiful eyes. "You're beautiful, but you're not from around here, are you?" Uncle John asked. "No, I'm from North Carolina," Patricia answered. "I knew, you had that small-town vibe on you. Okay, you can start now. Tasha, teach her." With that, Uncle Bob turned around and leave.

“Am so sorry I am late, I was investigating a case that was rogered in at the last minute, damn you are cute,”Rogers said as he bit his lower lip. Patricia had worn a sleeveless white dress. It had a v neck and she had kept her hair in a low bun. Rogers looked at her from head to toe and Patricia felt shy as he scanned her body. Though she had her clothes on she felt naked.

She hasn’t paid her any visits these days because she was too busy with her duties. “Did you go for a check-up?” Patricia chuckled before answering, “Oh come on Ms. Chairwoman, it’s just a common cold it’s not like I’m going to die because of it.” “Seriously, you still have the guts to joke?” Her voice was a mixture of irritation and worriedness. Patricia is not just a friend to her, she’s her sister by heart and the only family she have left. “Okay, okay, I’m fine! Stop worrying about me. Where are you? Why do you sound so free?” Patricia asked on the other line.

she said. Patricia felt confident for the first time since the hospital. She was still pregnant. Rafael told her to end it. She said no. Now she wanted revenge. If people believed the baby was Ace’s, she would have power. She booked her flight and didn’t sleep. She practiced what to say, how to walk, and how to look like she belonged with Ace. She planned fake texts for photographers later. The next morning, Patricia texted the photographer. "I’m in position," she wrote.

"Have you taken anything?" Patricia pulled her greasy hair out of her face as her hands reached for the curtain to close them. "It's the paparazzi. They make so sick, ma" Her nose was blocked, making her sound a little adenoidal. "Haven't got enough?" Patricia raised her voice. "This is just so wrong. Haven't they got enough terrible photos?" She realized how close she was to tears again as she fell into the chair. "What happened?" She was met with the crinkle engraved in her mother's face as Patricia pushed a hard lump down.