Paul And Patryk Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect such a brain drain to be performed by this legendary man.” “Yeah… so much crap.” Nick admitted. “I noticed a strange familiarity between Mr. Kelly and Jo’s friend… What was his name?” Matthew tried to remember. “Patrick? They seemed to know each other very well.” “He is his distant relative. That is why we can have the legendary author at our meeting sessions.” Nick reluctantly explained, but he didn’t want to reveal any more details. “Did they have to wash their family shit publicly?” “I have no idea, man. As far as I know, they fight at the moment everywhere, at every possible opportunity. I didn’t think that Patrick would come to our training tonight. They usually avoid e

Patrick asked Marius as they faced each other in the office. A faint smile appeared on Marius' lips. "You went through with your plan," Patrick continued, remaining silent. Marius looked straight into Patrick's eyes. Then he opened his mouth to speak. "I came here for work, Pat," he replied. "Alright," Patrick responded, giving him a skeptical smile. In truth, what Patrick said wasn't a lie. Besides Lana, Marius was another close friend of his. Patrick knew about his plan because he also knew about his long-standing love and feelings for Lana. The two of them were friends and classmates back in college. And the firm they built was their shared dream.

“Your brother is already there. Get inside to Seb’s VIP Lounge already, man. I’ll be there in a sec.” I rub the back of my neck with my sweaty palm. My nerve pricks me and my second thought of running away is tingling my skin, but I’m already here, and it’s Paul’s birthday after all. If they won’t like me here, then I will just leave. Easy peasy. “Wow! Look who finally gets out from his lair?” Patrick says exaggeratedly, and as always, he is overreacting. “Thought your dead, man. Good to finally see you suffer too much from stupidity, brokenheartedness, and dumbass. You look like shit!” Patrick starts his speech and as I expected.

"He's my darling, and you guys move aside, don't block our way to breakfast." "Bro... come on." "It's been so long since you came back. Missing one outing won't kill you, my good buddy." That voice... it's Paul. Paul is the grandson of the werewolf patriarch and my best friend from high school. We drifted apart after we went to different universities, but that didn't diminish our bond. "Hey, bro." We exchanged a customary handshake gesture between men. "Neil, this is Paul, my good friend and buddy from high school."

I muttered. Patric was quiet for a brief moment as if observing me for a while. "Are you okay?" "Do you think I am okay? I just hate that pack's people. First Eric, then that Alpha Jason, and now the new CEO. Such losers! They never dared to come here to face me but always snatched my projects behind my back." Patric chuckled when he heard me. I frowned at him. "Do you think it's funny?" Patric placed his hands on the desk and bent toward it.

It sounded like they were arguing. "I'm tired of cleaning up the mess you created every time, Paul. It's gradually ruining me. I'm just done," Patricia yelled. "You have no choice here honey, just help me out and it will be the last one," Paul said, his voice rather calm and firm. "I could lose my job, you know that," Patricia said, her voice cracking. "You don't need a job anyway. If this house is not big enough for you then I'll build another one. I could afford a mansion, you know that, it was your idea to settle in a small cozy house," Paul said nonchalantly.

I raise my gaze to where Paul is kneeling, his and a lot of their attention on me. Hmm? What had I missed? “Yes, Paul?” “Patrick was asking if he could go pee.” The last words expose the gap in his teeth. He has somehow, registered himself as the leader of the group. And I know that someday, he would make a fine honorable gentleman. “Yes, of course. Patrick go ease yourself. But don’t be gone for so long…” “Or else the mighty grasshopper will jump out and swallow you up!” they all chorus and break into loud giggles.

“You are friends with this Neville?” Patrick is blushing furiously. “Yeah, Neville is one of my friends. I believe he also likes Pat, but thinks that there is no chance. I mean Pat’s team captain is a homophobe, so there is that.” “Patrick Angel Castillo! You better not be friends with that team captain!” Auntie Kelly looks serious. “I’m not, mama! He’s the team captain and I have to socialize a bit, especially as one of the top candidates to take his place, but I am not friends with Jordan, that dude is a bully!” Patrick says meekly.

asked Patricia with Julia. “Your fake father has now found his daughter,” said Julia angrily. “Dad, what will happen now?” asked Patricia while looking at Reece. “They ruined our plan, I will kill them,” said Elena. “Victoria?” said Grace, shocked. She was pointing at the woman who was checking upon Paul. Paul has gotten his consciousness back. He got up. “Paul, you son of the bastard,” said Julius and rushed to him. “Well, Well, Well, looks like our damn nephew is now well aware,” said Victoria.

Robert said good morning to her then slipped in before the door closed all the way. Patrick’s room was on the second floor, and Robert pounded on the door for several minutes, until his knuckles ached and began to abrade from the rough grain of the faux wood. He turned when he heard a door behind him open. Paul Guffey came out of the room directly across the hall and nodded at him. The two shared a Statistics class this semester. “Hey, Robert.” “Have you seen Patrick?” Robert asked without returning the greeting. Paul paused for a moment tilted his head as he mulled over the question. “I think the last time I saw him was day before yesterday. Yeah, Saturday, that’s right.”