Patrick Star Dumb Face Novels & Stories

Patrick was setting looking at jack while jack making muffled noises because his mouth was taped. Patrick was thinking to hire and use Jack in his team. while he thought he also heard muffled voices from behind so he turned around. when Peter so Patrick's face he was scared his legs give up and he dropped to his butt because the person stan wanted him to beat up was some kind of a big shot but stan said Patrick was a popper with no background because of stan he is in this situation so he started glaring at stan with blood shoot eyes he might die today because of this idiot stan lee.

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

In the Fru Stars, I'm the only one who shows my face to the enemy, Savannah likes putting on a black eye mask and Phoebe has a mask to cover his mouth, unlike me who's showing my beautiful face, I'm so proud to have such a beautiful face. Even if he's handsome, his aura was giving me such danger, the aura surrounded him was too dangerous, meaning he would be an enemy because he might know me from the start. "Could you please stop staring? I can't eat properly." He said, making me blush because I thought I wasn't looking at him! Fuck, Olivia! "I'm sorry, I made you uncomfortable," I said sarcastically, this is my attitude so many people were always telling me to change my sarcastic attitude.

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?

"I do, too. Shall we see who's is better?" I snickered as I pulled from Tag's arms. My grandmother, who looked younger than my own thirty years, had a playful light in her eyes. "It appears that Patrick has raised the European Star Mistress from the dead. Can you beat that?" I asked, one dark purple eyebrow raised. Ari's face went slack as her mouth dropped open. She blinked a couple times. Shook her head. "No. No I can't." I turned back to my group. My hand raised in what I'd learned was called a high-five. None of my men were watching. Drace was staring at Ari as if she'd lost her mind.

He could pass out as a Buffalo in weight. She blinked the clouding tears away and watched Buffalo closely, taking in all his features. Bald hair, dull eyes and an abnormally shaped mouth that must have been disfigured to the side either by an accident or a fight. He looked roughed up and Paige knew she had no edge over him. Maybe in height, but obviously not in strength and weight. "Fucking Bitch!" Buffalo growled as Paige's hand shot out, with her fingernails scratching down his face.

He shook off the hit, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and swung back with a wild haymaker that brushed against Rowan’s cheekbone, splitting the skin just enough to draw a thin line of red. The sting only added fuel to Rowan’s already boiling rage, the image of Faye’s terrified face flashing in his mind like a strobe light, reminding him of every moment Atlas had suffered because of these monsters. Patrick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking through the pain as he circled Rowan in the tight space at the top of the stairs. "That all you got, pussy?!" he taunted, his voice dripping with bravado, his eyes flicking to the bedroom where Alex and Carlisle lay moaning i

Stacy glared at them and they shut their mouths once the last words Stacy used to define them got into their ears. "Who the hell are you referring to as Patrick Star?“ The other men had displeased looks on their faces because they knew Patrick's laughter sounded dumb as fuck. Dan Hawk saw the rage on their faces and could only find himself laughing. "Mr. Yates has thought you so well. You are no longer scared like you used to. Now, you go around insulting people. What a wonderful behavior he must have thought you,” Dan Hawk said as he strode to her. "Where is my dad? I hope this isn't one of those tricks of yours to get me here,” Stacy took a step back as she spoke but Dan Hawk kept inching

He gazed down at me with a stoic expression before heaving an exasperated sigh and pulling me to stand. "What do you think you are doing? Why do you always act so dumb and gullible, Crybaby?" Damien’s face was set into an emotionless mask, his jaw tightening. "I am not dumb!" I shot back, yanking my elbow from his grip and taking small steps away from him—this time carefully to avoid another incident that will land me in close proximity to him. "I am not dumb, and I don’t like you insulting me. You can say whatever you want, but do not insult me, or else I’ll—"

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped me across the face again—a sharp, searing pain hit my cheek, leaving my ears ringing. "You're damn right that I'm above all else! I'm telling you—Mr. Lingard and I are best buddies, willing to go through hell and back together! You think you can stand up to me? You'll be blacklisted from the industry for good with one phone call!" I held my stinging cheek and glared at him with pure hatred. I couldn't believe that I had already been slapped twice in such a short span of time. Patrick flinched slightly under my glare but still barked orders arrogantly. He yelled at the gathered employees, "What are you waiting for? Get over here and hold him do