Patrick Star Looking Dumb Novels & Stories

Patrick retorted, and held on tighter to Sean. "Patrick Stuart!" "Threats won't work with me!" Patrick looked utterly dauntless. "You won't kill me and bury me in some unmarked grave, anyway." Sean told himself not to get petty with a drunk man, and quickly tried to get up. However, Patrick caught him again; he was very strong despite his somewhat delicate appearance. When Sean couldn’t move at all, Patrick bragged smugly, "Can't go anywhere now, can you?" "You better not regret this."

Wills Watson laughed sinisterly: "Because my eyes and plans are good, could it be that being smart is also my fault?" "Are you saying I'm stupid?" "I'm reminding you not to play difficult games with smart people." "Poker players don’t need to be smart." "You can’t play well something that doesn't even need to be smart. Do you want me to praise you for being so naive that you don't even need your brain, or to call you stupid?" "The capitalist is a black-hearted devil." Wills Watson raised his hand and caressed her head. She dodged his hand in frustration.

Rhea My name is Andrea Grayson and I’m such a big fool. I've always watched scenes like these happen in movies, or books that I've read and I always wondered why the person being cheated on was too dumb to see it beforehand. In fact, I thought things like these only happened in those movies. I never imagined that I would find myself in that same situation. Being cheated on. Being made to look like a stupid fool. I want to laugh at my foolishness and terrible luck, but I'm completely frozen in place. I can’t move my limbs , I can’t even move my face.

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

“I know. I like it.” “I don’t look like a p**n star like you.” He cocked his head to the side as the smirk stretched across his face. “That’s how you describe me? As a p**n star?” “I’ve been watching a lot of p**n, alright?” I said without shame. “I just mean you’re really fit. And I’m…not the same.”

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

“Why’s the little brat look so arrogant? Plus, she talks too weird— like an elder. Is she really a kid?” Often times I hear people say that I was too uptight for a little kid, but I never heard in the entirety of my childhood that I was arrogant. “Excuse me. I’m still here.” Paco lifted his chin and frowned; his brow came closer together and his thin lips pursed. I noticed that he has a scar on his right brow which made me stare at his face. “What you lookin’ at?” “Don’t worry. She likes staring at other people,” Gus said in an assuring way.

an even voice comments as Miles steps up to the table. I groan internally. He looks hot. He is dressed in a v-neck, white t-shirt, his leather jacket over the top and dark pants. He has sunglasses pushed into his hair, even though it's nighttime. His muscles can be seen through his t-shirt and I suddenly wish he wasn't here while I was drunk because my mind is suddenly imagining me licking those rock-hard abs of his and now I'm questioning myself as a human being.

And I would do it again. He sighed as he dropped the half-burnt cigarette on the floor and put out the light with his feet. He stood and squatted in front of me, gripping my cheek, and I winced. He chuckled. "Look at your fat cheeks. It looks really cute..." He paused as he loosened his grip on me. "How could you ever think of losing weight when your cheeks are this adorable." My heart stung, and I tightened my fist. A drop of tears slid down my cheeks.

The third wolf that was with us kicked the door without even being able to touch the lock, there was a barrier in front. - Asshole. You think I didn't use brute force? What a waste. - Are all of you ignorant at first? - Patrick says. - For men and mostly strangers? Yes. - I replied closing my eyes and resting my head on his shoulder. - Hold her, San - Patrick tries to give me to him but Terceira catches me, I almost fall. - I feel like a potato sack that has been stepped on and they keep knocking me down. My insides must be like puree. - I complain and I'm ignored.