Patty Ghostbusters Novels & Stories

It’s another windy morning in Moover City and Patty is lazily lying down in her bed. She was not in the mood to go to school that is why she never answered Jenny’s message last night however she was bothered by the noise outside her room then suddenly she barge in like a lion ready to bite... “What the hell!” She uttered when suddenly her door was pushed open, Patty was shocked to see her friend Jenny coming hurriedly into her room followed by her mom. “What the fuck are you doing?! Arent, you not ready yet? You don’t want to miss the foundation day, Do you?” She said breathlessly.

Patty grinned and said, “OK then, let's goan see the sexy bitch.” “Bitch? That appears to be an unfitting name,” Carmen said, and tried to zip her bag. “You got your main strap and your skimpiest swimsuit in there?” Patty said. Darn it all, she could have done without anybody knowing her so well. “I don't own any of those,” she said. Patty squinted her right eye and crushed her lips to the left. “Right, presumably don't also own a vibrator.” “Vibrator, what's that?”

Meggy reminded her as she was scooped up and deposited on the countertop. “A little thing you like you?” Patsy asked, shaking her head again. “I don’t think one gingersnap is liable to make you anything, except for maybe a little less sad.” She produced a cookie out of a jar labeled “Flour” and Meggy’s face lit up a bit as she took a nibble, hoping her mother didn’t walk in. “Now, I suspect eavesdroppin’ on your uncle and your mother is a good way to get yourself into quite a bit of trouble, little miss,” Patsy reminded her, looking sternly into her large blue eyes.

I drank my hot chocolate together with Patty who was watching some dog videos with Sheena on her phone. I grab my phone from the cabinet and browse on my f******k account trying to catch up some gossips. I might have been infected by the gossiper's virus call ' gossip '. I end up scrolling to the f******k videos and watch some clips of funny and other video genre. "Let's eat," Patty said. I wasn't able to notice that she already prepared and my ears already hear laughs from my mouth. "You seem to enjoy." Patty stated. "Yeah, watching some funny clips." I answered and stroll to the table and shifting my seat, facing Patty.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

The rage inside me snapped. Smack! My hand struck Richard across the face. "Chloe was your daughter. One baseless accusation, and you decide she's that kind of kid? I'm so disappointed in you." Richard stood there, stunned. For once, he had nothing to say. I looked at all three of them. "I'm not letting this go. All of you are going to pay." This time, Grace actually looked scared. She shrank closer to Richard and pulled David behind her. After the funeral, I hired the best private investigator in Almeda City.

Yet, it was a possibility. She turned and looked at Patsy who was beside her. “We should probably head up to Larundel,” she said, her voice anything but enthusiastic. “If he’s in there, it was likely spooks that carried him there.” Her lips were pursed, but she seemed to agree. “Don’t tell me someone who can take out Vampires with the flick of her wrist is scared of ghosts.” Teasing Patsy was easy, even in a time like this when joking had mostly been set aside.

’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up. Angela quickly grabbed her daughters’ hand and gazed at her, alarming her no to do or say anything imprudent before their bosses. “Mom you’re hurting my arm.” she whispered. Melina and Owino walked in and hailed them, “Mercy, where are your manners.” Melina spoke with a huge fake sneer, please go and get the shofar, tell him to come help out carry our guest’s baggage and show them to their scope.”

Peter glanced at his wristwatch; it was 6:30 PM. He alighted from the car and looked up at the rock-textured sign that said "SINCITY" in bold green letters. A stylish signature in purple was written just under the name. His stomach grumbled as an alluring aroma beckoned on him to come in. He adjusted his suit before stepping in.