Patrick Star Dumb Face Novels & Stories

Making him writhe in pain and scream at the top of his lungs. “Fuck! No! Look, I am sorry. I didn’t know she was yours. I swear she was the one who initiated it. She seduced me man!” Slaide garbled his words, a little misshapen from his missing front teeth. His face was bloated, split up lips and both puffy eyes. His once pretty face had now degenerated to a pulp. Damon hovers above his face, letting him take a good look at what kind of face the last thing he’s going to see.

Lucas grinned and they both laughed it away. Patrick was deep in agonizing and couldn't take what they were doing to him. Out of nowhere, he received a hit from an unknown person, but now he was back for revenge to come to see who the hell did that to him. His face was still itchy and burned up. It was taking too long to heal, no, it wasn't even showing any sign of healing at all. “You have the guts to do this to my face?” He thundered with rage, looking dead at Lucas.

Blake flashed me a disgusting smile. “Go to hell!” I replied through gritted teeth, which earned me a punch in the face. Yet, I couldn’t get over the satisfaction of saying those words. I might die or suffer, but I won’t let anyone silence my voice and treat me like a puppet anymore. I would go down fighting, screaming. After punching me again, he pulled the hem of my shirt up, looking intently at the place just above my right hip where my birthmark was. “It really is in the shape of the moon. We definitely got the right bitch!” he chuckled, and his men imitated him like mindless pixie monkeys.

And you’re ugly too. That play wasn’t even all that. And you are definitely not Patrick Mahomes Your “aura” stinks—I don’t know why people think you’re some alpha male or whatever. And why would anyone want to bend over for you? I don’t like your smile either. Your dimples are ugly Silence roared in my ears. For a long moment, I just stared at the screen, completely blank. Then—I laughed. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep it quiet, shoulders shaking as I leaned forward, pressing my fist to my mouth.

He said calmly. “Are you no longer frustrated?” I inquired, still perplexed. “Yes, I was. But I took it out on that dick,” he said as he gave the guy the death stare. If appearances could kill, the guy would be buried six feet underground. “Well, good punch,” I smirked, and Patrick snorted. “I wanted to do more than a punch that f**ker, but she looks like she's going to pass out any second,” he said, looking Scarlet in the eyes with warm eyes.

Patrick was pushed back by the force and his face quickly swelled up. He covered his face but could not cover his anger. He bellowed, “Hey, my cousin is almost here! Show some respect!” Slap! The long-haired young man slapped him once more, sending him to the floor. “Respect? Fine. I’ll wait for your cousin and see what respect she can get.” Spat! The long-haired young man spat on Patrick before he wiped his hands with a wet towel. “Where’s Kaze Lee?! Get the hell out here!”

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

It was someone else’s arm from behind me, and I turned to find a bald guy with a tattoo on the side of his face. “Fuck off, man. I was just going to dance with the little cunt.” Cunt? A muscle ticked in Damian’s jaw as he twisted the guy’s arm. “Did you just say 'cunt'?"

Patrick shrugged. "There was no avoiding it. The fellow insulted me, I landed him a facer, and received his challenge". "I am sorry for it", Mr Tellaro said, with a grave look. "Oh, as to that I do not anticipate any very serious consequences", said Patrick decidedly. "I need not engage your silence, I am sure. You will understand that I don't want the affair to come to my sister's or to Miss Mamala's ears". Mr Tellaro bowed. "Certainly. You may trust me in that. Who acts for you?"

The door sounds again and someone speaks, “Open the door! I know someone is in there, I heard noises!” I then take a lot of paper towel as I dry my hands and face. When I look back to Patrick on the floor, I smile proudly. His head is bashed in badly, and there is no way he could survive that. I let my hair loose and I try to mask half of my face with it as the sweater’s cap covers my head. I walk towards the door and I bravely open it. As soon as the door opens, I lower my head and I try my best to keep the two guys I meet from seeing my face.