Patricia Cheeks Novels & Stories

She looked up at me with a confused expression on her face. “Don’t worry, love, she won’t hurt you,” I said, smiling at her. Aria looked back down at Patricia. “Why are you here?” “To help,” Patricia said. “I want to defeat Victor.” “She was the one who stitched up your wounds,” Nick said to Aria. Aria gasped again. “Really?” “Yes,” Patricia smiled. “I was a healer in my village.” “Thank you, Patricia,” Aria said quietly. “No need to thank me, beautiful,” Patricia responded. “Just be careful not to open the wounds. I will check them and clean them up until they heal.”

Joseph walked past the regular lounge and went straight to the VIP lounge. Patricia was an investor from Aesper. She had been waiting there for a long time, hoping to talk to Joseph about an investment. She sat on the sofa with her assistant, loudly discussing the scene where she had bullied Chloe in the cooking class. She even opened the cooking class’s group chat and enlarged Chloe's photo for her assistant to see. "Look at her. She looks like a b*tch. She got only a few blisters on her skin and she was already bawling like a baby. When I was young, I was working even when I was pregnant. I wasn't as fragile as she is," Patricia said.

“Thank you, Patricia.” As if sensing my confusion, Christian made a hasty introduction. “Patricia’s the CEO of one of our partner companies.” I nodded in understanding, and then Christian introduced every other person, each name sounding more exotic than the previous one, and by the time he was done, I couldn’t even remember the name of the first man. “Hazel, darling, you simply must join us for tea next week," Patricia said, her gaze sweeping over me with thinly veiled judgement.

"Mrs Patricia, what is happening to you? What are you doing to yourself? You are scaring me. I have never seen you like this before, just tell me if you need anything, I'll attend to you…" Patricia howled. Her very long, crazy laughter echoed across the bedroom. As she laughed, droplets of tears trickled down the sides of round cheeks. She glanced at her nanny and smiled sadly, her eyes distant and unwelcoming. "I didn't call you. Who told you to come here? Leave me alone"

Patricia's POV "It's you…" My eyes were still widened. I can’t believe it. I know that my face shows surprise but I don't see it in her. She looks confident. Zara crossed her arms while still raising a brow. I feel like she’s insulting me with the way she looks. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. It can't be like this. I need to act normal and professional. Calm yourself, Patricia! "So, you're Patricia Clemente, huh?" she said sarcastically.

But she never thought Chloe would actually do it, especially since her husband had closed her account to prevent her from overspending. “Yes, I did!” Chloe laughed as Patricia admired the black and orange motorbike. “I must say, I like you now,” Patricia said, grinning. “As a friend?” Chloe asked, teasingly. “Nope, as a co-worker,” Patricia quipped back, making them both burst out laughing.

Jane kept her expression neutral, though her jaw tightened. Bitch. “This is a major setback,” Patricia continued, her voice rising. “This changes everything.” Nate snickered under his breath. Patricia’s head whipped toward him. “Something funny?” Nate shrank back. Patricia leaned over the table, her voice dripping with venom. “You got caught, you’re an idiot. You’ve contributed nothing but embarrassment.” Nate’s face went bright red. Patricia turned back to Jane, her eyes narrowing. “And you.” She gestured sharply. “You’re sitting here eating—” She scanned the table, her lip curling. “—toast!”

Over there look! " She sells fish! I can't believe this! Keisha and Lisa were laughing and chatting with customers. Talking about how happy they are now that the general was sent to jail. But their happy moment was cut short when Patricia grabbed Keisha's hair and pulled it hard. All her customers stepped aside, they could tell Patricia was rich just from her clothes and how she smelled. Keisha pushed Patricia away from her. " What was that for and who are you! Keisha asked in anger. That caught people's attention, they left their stand to went closer to see what was going on.

CYRUS “Hey, babe,” Patricia swung her hips as she walked over with her goons by her side. She leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, making sure to wipe her gloss away after. “You didn't tell me you'll be here,” she said sweetly and occupied Cross’s seat. She looked so small in it, compared to his wide frame. They were technically almost the same height. “I don't particularly tell you my whereabouts, Patricia,” her eyes moved around the table with a visible disgust on her face before she shuddered and turned to me.

"You like him, don't you? It's hard for you to let him go.." "No. I don't like him, how come? It's a short period." "Liar, if you don't like him then why are you crying?" She asked and I looked at her blankly. "I'm not." "Yes you are, it's so obvious that your eyebags are bigger and you put a lot of concealer." She raises her eyebrows, I sighed. “Patricia is back." "I heard a couple of rumours about her, she broke up with Jayson last year."