Patrick Star Dumb Face Novels & Stories

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.

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.

"Who allowed a fuckface like you in here?” The patrons at a few closed tables stopped playing and turned to us. “Mr-” “Don't bother, get the fuck out, don't come back here again” “You can't do that!” mustache man sputtered Damien leaned into his face and wave two fingers “Who the fuck am I?” I see a sting of doubt spread across his features and I want to commend him for not backing away from the large dangerous man who was obviously not his fan glaring down at him “You're Damien Cross”

The look I get is worry as I scan them for injuries. "I promise we are okay," a huge warrior speaks out, and I look at him unconvinced. He has a gash on his arm. "Little one focus on me baby, I hear Nick say kissing my neck, Patrick is a tough man baby he just slipped in the mud last night",I sniffle and the men stiffen.

“I hate vampires! Bloody suckers, the lot of them. Don’t compare me to those monsters.” I can’t help it—I burst out laughing. His over-the-top reaction, the way his ears turn pink, it’s all too much. “You’re ridiculous,” I say between giggles, shaking my head. His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “Call me anything else, Piper. Just never that.”

“Give me a minute, please.” “Hmm," “Be nice, guys,” He warned again before walking away, and I sighed, turning to the rude jerk. I glanced at the name tag on his chest. Mark. Oh, yeah… I've heard rumours about him. He was the reason their last trainer quit. Fans hates him for his rudeness and how he looks down on people. I took a silent deep breath, trying to resist the urge to swing my hand on his face, because God help me, please… I don't want to send someone back home to you on my first day.