Patrick Star Dumb Face Novels & Stories

I don't like anyone's pity. "I am okay . You should go . I am leaving in a minute too ." "You sure?" Rose asks and I nod. I wash my face once more before stepping out of the auditorium. The streets are jammed with paparazzi. Many people surround me and I take a deep breath in. I am not good with crowds . I smile as they ask me all types of questions. I try to answer them and avoid the questions regarding me and harry . Someone from the crowd asks me ,"do you regret max?" And my breath hitches after hearing his name and i freeze. Max walker. My nightmare. My ex . My predator.

Patrick beckoned at Richard eagerly. "Nope," Richard refused—he was not a child. "Come on, you're only ten. Be livelier." Patrick remained undeterred. Richard still shook his head—he disliked strenuous activities these days and preferred to stay still. Seeing that Richard was not budging, Patrick took the initiative and splashed Richard. Caught off guard, Richard got hit squarely in the face, and his little brow frowned right then.

Lara slapped him in the face, turning his face and scaring him. "Don't call me 'gata', damn it!" she shouted and her eyes seemed inflamed with anger. "Wow!" Patrick looked at her, the smile forgotten, his hands raised in surrender. "I won't call you 'gata' anymore, but what exactly are we going to do? Are you going to dominate me, tie me up, hit me some more? I just ask to be prepared, but I really want to have sex with you and I'll do what you ask, I mean, what you tell me. I'm just not into “ground cord” , he, he, he." He was calmer now and smiling again, waiting for her command.

"You ungrateful bastard! Look what you've done!" Ashton Maxx tried to explain but another consecutive slap landed on his face. PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! "Dad this has nothing to do with me it's the law....-" PAK! PAK! PAK! After the continuous slap on his face, Ashton Maxx collapse on the floor. His face was swollen and his nose and mouth was bleeding with blood.

33. You are a shame in the name of a father!!! Rage, unlike any he'd ever experienced, shot down his spine and then clawed back up his throat. Damien yanked him from the ground and threw another series of punches on his face. His muscles braced as he attacked him crazily. It was as if his frustration took a gigantic shape of fury at the look of Rosario Ferrari's face. Taust muscles, sharp jaw and appealing tall height, Rosario still laid under Damien being punched in his nose and bleeding.

He wasn’t pleased. Peter’s face showed pride and satisfaction beyond words. I allowed him to put me in a hold, commencing the countdown but I easily escaped on three. His crowd moaned with disapproval, but cheered even louder than before. I pulled a punch that landed in the middle of the chest. He stumbled back despite my restraint. He looked up, his mouth gritting his teeth, but his eyes told a different story. He was grateful.

Why didn't I see that before? This isn't good. This isn't good at all! As the crowd anticipated our next line of action, I looked at Mr Patrick. He was trying to tell those around that we were just neighborhood buddies but I knew that he toyed with the idea of kissing me. I stared at the large screen. I knew Liam would be watching and I would never give him the satisfaction of seeing me miserable. I stared at the screen with a bright expression on my face. This was me telling him to go to hell. That no matter how hard he tried to make me miserable, he didn't get to decide if I really would be miserable. Still staring at the screen, I mouthed the words ‘fuck you' and turned to kiss Mr Patric

CHAPTER 64.1 EVELYN'S P.O.V Patrick's bruised face had become unrecognizable because of his expression. His expression turned worse as he couldn't believe what he just heard. He raised his head to look at Marva who was captured by me. “I-Is it true?” Patrick hardly muttered because he was punched by Phoenix until his face was disfigured. His face was covered with blood. He lost four of his teeth and his face was swollen. It seemed that Phoenix indeed gave his almighty best to let out all of his anger.

A thousand times he has resisted arrest because the cops are on his payroll. Six feet tall and an eye patch after he suffered a gunshot that left him partially blind. The width of his palm is ten times my size. His punch could send me to hell immediately. “Surprised to see me, huh?” Kane giggled. The unpleasant odour from his breath penetrated through my nostrils down to my throat. He barely flaunted his dentition. It ought to be inducted in the history books as the shortest smile ever. “How did you find me?” I stuttered. That's the least my brain could process at the moment.

The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled. “How can I help you gentlemen?” Kieran asks as if he didn't have a care in the world. “Stix has a message for ya.” The smaller one says. “You wanna do this here or outside?” “Hey guys, he’s MY contract,” I say before Kieran can answer. “Afraid you’re a little late.” Just now noticing me, Scarface's eyes roam up and down sizing me up letting his gaze linger a little too long over my chest. ”And who the hell are you?” He scoffs still looking at my breasts.