Pushing Patrick Novels & Stories

He stared at the pregnancy report and started plotting against me. He turned to me and said, "This time, I'll carry the baby for the first five months. You can carry it for the last five months." I responded with an "okay" gesture to indicate that I was perfectly fine with such an arrangement. But Bryce didn't know that the first five months were even harder than the last five. After we went for an ultrasound, we discovered that he wasn't just carrying one baby this time—there were eight of them. He had two in each brood pouch.

“Amanda, don't push me to the wall unless you’ll regret it. Don’t make me do anything that’ll make me regret my actions.” Patrick has always been the one managing their father's affairs since he fell sick. Seeing everything he all worked for taking away from him made him more mad. As Patrick advanced toward Amanda, Dickson couldn't contain his anger. He sprang up in awareness, but before he could react, Amanda swiftly dodged, causing Patrick’s slap to miss its mark. Seizing the opportunity, Amanda grabbed the back of Patrick's hand and forcefully shoved him, sending him crashing into the desks. In the aftermath, Patrick's head bore the brunt, instantly drawing blood.

Victoria asked him and held his hand like a younger brother. “I can smell my dad scent. I think he is here, we have to leave this place right now” Patrick says out of breathe and held my hands tightly. Patrick was snot technically from the Crescent pack but he was found in the borders of the pack half dead and was left there by his father who he still traumatize about till now. “He is not here so don’t be scared” Victoria assured him and they walk to the direction where Denver, Claude and Eric stood. “Babe you better don’t die on me in this forest” Eric jokes wrapping his arm around Victoria and Patrick tenses up which made him remove his hand quickly.

He kept his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, pushing her higher, until. "Patrick, oh God, I'm gonna"

Reality pressing in. Patrick exhaled slowly, then wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me against his chest. His voice was steady, warm, and sure. Patrick looked at the screen, then at me. "I really don't want to think about tomorrow right now." he said against my hair. “We're supposed to be acting sensible." "Are we?" A smile tugged at his mouth. "Not even a little." I leaned back into him, smiling. Good. Because I don't feel particularly sensible either."

Only the moment he realized he was stalking across Blackthorn grounds with one objective: destruction. Kane intercepted him before Patrick reached the trees. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t posture. He stepped into Patrick’s path and let his dominance hit full force. The impact was a wall of pressure that stopped Patrick dead. “Move,” Patrick said, voice raw. “No,” Kane answered. Patrick tried to push past him. Kane didn’t budge. The more Patrick tried to force motion, the harder Kane’s authority flooded the spaceheavy, stabilizing, absolute. “I said move,” Patrick repeated, volume low but shaking.

Aria's POV Patrick’s brows lifted, surprise flickering before he burst into loud, hearty laughter. “Good! Knowing your mistakes and correcting them, that’s what a good child does. Let’s all forget what just happened. Come inside, everyone.” He pushed the door open, playing the gracious host. Margaret clearly didn’t want this. Her hands pressed against his waist, her body stiff with resistance. Patrick leaned down, whispered something low and soothing, and patted her hands like one would calm an agitated mate. Eventually, she let go.

"You killed your own mother. Your father allowed it to happen, and now you're blaming me? You and your father are both ungrateful monsters. If your mother were still alive, she would never forgive you two!" Nicholas cried hysterically, "It wasn't me! I didn't kill Mommy!" His body trembled. His clothes tore apart as his bones cracked and shifted. His teeth grew longer, as did his nails, and a howl tore out of him. "This is bad! Mr. Nicholas is shifting!" Nicholas' blood was too strong. His body couldn't handle the agony of shifting. He started convulsing intensely, gasping for air as blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

This gives Tory and Dorn more access to get to you easily. 'I won't stay for long. Now go.' Patrick followed after her in spite of her order. 'Why are you following me, Pat?!' She bared her wolfy teeth at him. 'I'll stay with you.' 'And stop every man from coming near me? No way.' 'That's what responsible brothers do, Vera!' Patrick playfully prodded his head into her wolf's belly. 'No brother can stand the sight of a man working his way into his sister's pants.'

Suddenly, I heard Ryder's high pitch voice behind me. " Emily, move," before I could react to his warning, someone pushed me down. I fell on the ground, as my chin hit the floor. I turned back to see that I was pushed by Ryder. My eyes moved to the next person who's next to Ryder. Patrick. I didn't even expect him here neither I thought we were closer to me all this time. Then my eyes travelled down to look at the horrible scene. Patrick is holding a knife in his hands. He would have stabbed me right here if it's not for Ryder. Ryder pushed me away and grabbed the knife with his hands. His hand is bleeding.