Patricia Cheeks Novels & Stories

“Hey!” Patricia complained, lightly shoving her brother’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t introduce me to people like that! You’re so annoying!” “Then introduce yourself properly next time without stammering,” Christian deadpanned. Patricia pouted at him, then turned to Michael with a smile. “I’m Patricia Callahan. Pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand formally towards him. Michael reached out and shook it politely. “I’m Michael McGregor.” “Ah! I’ve heard about your family!” she said, and the enthusiasm was clear in her voice. She was so bubbly, so different from her usually impassive brother.

Her hair was dark brown and her face was very pale. “You really have come to your senses, Nichole,” Patricia said with great pleasure. The blue-eyed woman lying on the bed was already looking at Patricia with a sad gaze that looked very weak. Patricia had now pulled out a chair and then sat down. The woman's hand reached out and touched Nichole's hand which felt a little warm. Previously, whenever Patricia visited Nichole, her hands would feel as cold as a frozen corpse. "Thank you for surviving and staying alive. I went very far to meet you. I really miss you, Nichole," Patricia said with happy tears currently running down her cheeks.

Chapter 16 Patricia ignored his question, acting deaf as though Daniel wasn't referring to her. He couldn't possibly expected her to answer such a lame question. What was her job exactly? To act as a chef? Or possibly act as a real wife? "Yeah! Atta girl! Keep pushing!" Patricia yelled excitedly, smiling as she jumped in glee just as the female lead threw a punch at the terrorist who had been harassing her. Her eyes glint with happiness, totally ignoring Daniel's presence. "Keep going! We need more punches!"

”, she questioned them sarcastically. “Patricia Hazel!! Her clothes was too tight and revealing.” If looks would kill then Patricia will be six feet down by the way Beatrice and her friends are looking at her as she burst out laughing hysterically. Patricia Hazel bursted out laughing so hard bringing attention to herself and those standing around her,”you are talking about someone wearing something too revealing? You?!Sis, the same you that is wearing a scarf for a dress? Huff!”, Patricia uttered and rolled her eyes. “I’m your sister Patricia!”

“If Eino’s really your friend, he won’t believe a word she says. Stop overthinking.” She was right, as always. Patricia had this uncanny ability to cut through my spiraling thoughts with her blunt wisdom. I forced a smile, nodding. “You’re right. I shouldn’t care.” Patricia smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Damn right. Now, let’s get that cheesecake Aunt Darcy’s drooling over.”

“I’d rather be a maid than work in that place. Annoyed, Patricia raised her right palm and tried to slap the girl. But she suddenly lowered her hand when she noticed the blackening of her cheeks. She was suddenly worried, and maybe the bad thing that happened to her cheek might come back. Because it was too hasty to change her face in order to pass the checkpoints, the change was not that perfect. Cherry’s gaze followed her aunt when she saw her rushing out of her room without saying goodbye.

The face of Leonard Duncan could melt any woman’s heart from 100 meters distance! He snatched a towel to wrap around his waist, tall and gorgeous body walked out of the bathroom. Patricia was still lying there on the bed without any clothes, sending a seductive smile that she thought would draw his attention as it sometimes could, her hand was playing with her breasts to seduce the most handsome guy she had ever met. Patricia was an 18-year-old Thai-American, studying in a university in Boston. When Leonard first met her, he was pleased with her beauty, and especially her hot roles in bed, like most men who were enjoying sex life.

~MELISSA~ I watched Patricia's face break into several cracks, her lip dropping low. I had never seen that number of wrinkles appear in her face all in one time ever before. "What... did you say?" She finally found her voice, drawing a little bit away from us. I let out a sigh and flew my chin up. "I do not want my company to partner with Raymond's." There was a short stiff silence that followed, then I heard Raymond sniffle out a low polite chuckle. "Please, it's not a proble–"