Patrick Star As A Human Novels & Stories

Nape-length short. I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. What the hell? Patrick, my Patrick, had always been wild. Reckless. A storm in human form. But standing there, hair shorn, expression blank, looking like a man who had stripped himself down to the bare bones of who he used to be, it was jarring. And then he saw me. His gray eyes flicked to mine, darkening. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Just stared. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what he was thinking.

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t even—” “You didn’t do anything,” Orion said quickly, but his voice was different now. Rougher. Strained. “This wasn’t a choice.” Eagen pushed himself up behind us, blood at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. “She marked the Alpha Prince,” he said slowly, like he couldn’t process the words. “That’s not possible.” “It just happened,” someone shouted. “She’s not even pack!” “They’ll reject it!” I shook my head quickly, panic rising again. “No, no, this can’t be right. I don’t understand—”

Xander asked as he sat up straight and looked into Xander's eyes "She's human?!" "I ripped her heart out, it wasn't werewolf's" "It can only be human!" "Are you sure?!" "Does she have any family member in the park?!" "She doesn't" "Why are you bothered anyway?! Is there something you aren't telling me ?!" "Nothing!" Xander whispered and stood up immediately. "We still have to keep a close eye on her though, since she has close connection with the werewolf hunter" he said and Killian nodded slowly. "True!" He whispered.

“I will visit the mystic heart pack to know if they’ll be needing any help. Do you know how his Luna is faring?” He shook his head. “I only heard about the attack last night” he answered “I’ll wait for Aztec to return before deciding on the next step to take,” I concluded. “How is the human girl coping as a maid here?” I asked. Noir stared at me for some seconds before asking. “You don’t plan on taking her as your mate?” “She is human and she is weak. I don’t do weak Noir” Lore scoffed in my head. “What about your wolf, does he not want her too?”

The pleasant aroma as it approaches causes him to close his eyes. Mate! - growled his wolf. “Yes,” he said, confirming that he had found his Luna. Unfortunately, there was something odd about her. And he quickly clenched his palm into a fist upon noticing something strange about the female. She is a human...

With Marco I already know what to expect and tonight I'd like something new, someone new. My head starts spining. I don't feel well, suddenly. I squeeze my eyes, the flash of colorful lights irritate my sight. I stand up, looking for my friends to tell them I'm not feeling well when I notice Mister Disgusting Breath approaching me with a hungry wolf’s expresion. Shit! Patrick: I am not a stalker. I'm just a vampire with a lot of free time and when I say a lot, it's a lot. Whole days and nights doing absolutely nothing.

Farrah didn’t hesitate to follow, curiously looking at the person inside the room. It was a man, shirtless, with an outstanding figure. He was holding hefty dumbbells with both hands. In Farrah’s estimate, this dumbbell probably weighs gigantic. The man finally noticed Twilight and Farrah. With a distorted face, he screeched. “What the h*ck is your problem, old hag? Not even knocking! And who the hell is this woman?” Sadly, it didn't affect Twilight even when called an Old Hag. She just tilted her chin and said to Farrah, “Dr. Lee, the sharp-shooter of the team, Patrick.”

With trembling hands, Patrick put a glass down. "Oh, my friend, I'm a pack leader, for God's sake. You can't hide the truth from me, and you know our people; they are not ready to accept humankind, and you know what happened to the foreign omega. She was an omega, yet she was a foreigner; you might have witnessed her end, right? Think about it, my friend."

There are cameras flashing everywhere, which is usual for the Royal Family. "Paxton! Sir Paxton! Is she your mate?" "Who is she?" "Is she human?" Paxton rolls his eyes and demands attention. The playful Paxton has left his body and the fearful, demanding, yet scary Paxton is front and center. He pulls me gently into his side and tries to shield my face.

I responded dully. Patrick stared at me attentively with a pair of black eyes as if he had been possessed. Then he raised his hands and suddenly pressed me to the bed. After that, he bent over and put one of his hands somewhere that was one millimeter away from my mask, begging, "Baby, take it off, okay? I want to kiss you."