Paul And Patryk Novels & Stories

He could barely speak but his tone sounded aggrieved. Kaze raised his brows. “What did the Ryokanians do to you? Aren’t you allies?” He asked without expecting an actual answer. Patrick was not part of Casius’ core team. Given Casius’ meticulous nature, he would never let Patrick know about the deals he had with the Ryokanians. Patrick was merely conscious. His body was tormented by the pain and he could not answer the question properly. All he could do was curse the Ryokanians.

She flings the paper in her hand at Paul, waving it like some flag of freedom. The Instant I realize it’s my appointment with Dr. Kelly, my veins swell with annoyance, threatening to burst this fucking moment. How dare she ransack my bag and take what’s not hers? “Ms. Patricia, take this thing away from my office. I won’t have you go about spilling shit about my workers…” “But Mr. Paul…” “Leave my office, right away,” Paul thunders, a hard grit to his jaw. I’ve never seen him lose his temper before, and the spiteful look he gives Patricia, I wouldn’t dare wish it on my worst enemy.

I willed him to speak freely and openly with me. "What's your name?" I asked. He offered me his hand. "Paul. Paul Kininsky. And you are?" "Kim." I gave him my hand. "Are you here alone, Paul?" "Yeah. I ... I've been trying to meet someone nice." He blinked rapidly but then looked into my eyes and smiled. "Really? You don't have a wife or girlfriend?" "A girlfriend. Amanda. But she doesn't like this kind of music." Paul blinked again. "I can't believe I told you I had a girlfriend."

Paul asked Jake and did a bro hug with him followed by the Asian guy, whose last name must be Patterson. "Took us long to buy some booze," Patterson told them and carried a case of alcohol to the kitchen. "You know Paul?" I asked Jake. Paul was also there when I asked him so he came closer to me and wrapped his one arm around my shoulder which made Jake look at his arm that rests on my shoulder. "We are friends since high school," Jake nodded at him. I made an 'O' with my mouth in understanding. Paul scrutinized his eyes on us. "Are you guys seeing each other?" Paul enquired with a confused frown which made, Jake smirk in my direction. He tucked away his palm in his shorts pocket.

" She responded "furthermore I barged in and a female was fucking herself directly in front of him.Today was the most humiliating day of my whole existance on this planet." She moaned and scratched her head. "You've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.Yes,we are, do you have any idea who the St Patricks are?! They are one of the world's most powerful brothers.James is one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and you destroyed his automobile,therefore he wants you to pay him back. Tommy St Patrick,his older brother is not someone you should meet" Paz's pupils dilated .

Pat" was Patrick Spencer, the shareholder who spoke up first and had the altercation with Damian earlier. Patrick was even angrier after hearing what Jerome said. He roared, "Ha! I don't believe he'd dare!"

(author note - English is not my first language. so if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know in the comments and thanks for reading the book. this is my first work so I hope you all will support me. -thank you) the next day morning Patrick woke up from his bed and freshen up. he had his breakfast while one of his men informed him about the appointment with ruso Walt about some acquisition and the appointment time is 11:00 am. ruso Walt was the first son of Walt's family and brother of adam. he has less interaction with the outside world but his the cruellest one in Walt's family and he is the one keeping adam out of the jail.

Wiktor? “Brat,” Patryk’s voice bled through the door, sounding nervous. “Open up, quickly!” When Marek recognized his brother’s voice, he looked irritated by the interruption. Marek groaned in frustration and pushed himself off the couch. “Always perfect timing,” he muttered, heading for the door. I watched him unlock it—too slowly, too calmly. The door opened. Patryk didn’t move. His face was pale, eyes darting past Marek—straight to me. “Marek,” he breathed, “they know.”

“Oh, but what happened to Warren and Paula? I... I didn’t have the chance to ask him when we met back then...” Patrish let out a deep sigh. “Well, Paula went to New York and they split before that” I feel bad for Warren... I can tell he loves Paula so much... “Oh, and I forgot to tell you this but... congratulations!” Looking so surprised, Patrish then smile and wave her hand. “Well too bad you aren’t there...” “Sorry... Patrish. Sorry... really. But I’ll be there at your wedding. I promise” Patrish giggled. “You better!”

Then Patricia smiled. "Hi, I'm Patricia," she said. "I'm Paul's fiancée." "It's nice to meet you—oof!" Duane looked at me wide-eyed for a second, but when I grinned at him, he returned Patricia's hug. * * * Back at our apartment, Duane talked quietly about serving with Trevor. It was obvious how badly he still missed my brother. I kept nodding, though, and that drew his attention to the bandaging on my head.