Patty Halliwell Novels & Stories

She cursed… She had no choice but to go back and to the microphone intended for the interviewee. “Ah-hmm… Good Afternoon Sir! I’m sorry but I have no questions…. But since you called me then it’s proper to greet you! Welcome to Hale University! So, if you’ll excuse me I need to go..” Patty maintain eye contact with him and said “Nature calling… you know! Girl thing.” Patty now became a laughing stock. She was embarrassed by what she said. “Ms. if thats the reason then you can go freely…” Zandro smirks as he looked at her.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Logan - The evening felt like one of those mandatory, soul-sucking events where I had to plaster a polite smile on my face and endure the pleasantries for the sake of business. The product launch party was in full swing, the room buzzing with executives, influencers, and a handful of journalists snapping photos. And then there she was: Paris Prescott, or rather Patty.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes. “Oh God, No Hannah, take bachelor number one. This one is worse”. I smile sweetly at them as they stand there and gawk at me. “Girl, the hills have eyes! Let’s get out of here!” she warns. “I think I can take ‘em”, I tell her as they are mumbling something to each other. Still snapping pictures creeper asks, “Hey, you wanna party?” “Party?” I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'.

They're just saying it because I'm a little famous. "Today, we have a guest again." I heard her start smiling at the camera, "A handsome guest that captures my heart. He was also my guest here before in which he cooked me one of my favorite dishes of all time! Guess who?" There was a clapping sound and Patry suddenly came out to the side and then sat down on the couch next to the couch where Krizza was sitting. Patry looked so cool in his tied hair, cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt. You can't really tell from his looks that he's a chef, because he looked like an actor and a model. I couldn't stop blushing because of his good looks. It's like I just came back from my senior high school y