Pushing Patrick Novels & Stories

Since Kendo is a sport that heavily uses wrist movements, it is pretty obvious that whoever did this to Patrick doesn’t want him to win. Patrick looks like he is going to be on the verge of tears, which is NOT what I wanted from him when I decided to confront him. Aw shit. “P-Patrick, I didn’t mean to—” “Please don’t tell my brother.” “What?” His request catches me off guard because, for a child who seems like he is about to cry, he is more concerned about this brother. “Why shouldn’t he know?” “Because…because…” Patrick begins to fidget, looking nervous when he glances at where his brother is going back to our seat. “He finally seems like himself again. I don’t want to burden him with my si

Patrick advised. “That’s my mate!” “I know. Believe me, I know,” Patrick said, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they flashed with silver, and he started to strip his clothes off, shifting fluidly as soon as his boxer shorts hit his ankles. “This fucker is going to wish he heeded your warning,” Patrick’s voice came across the mind-link. “This fucker is going to wish he never crossed my family.”

, said Clements, and picked up the little sheaf of papers, tore them once across, and dropped them into a waste paper basket under the dressing table. Patrick's first emotion at this unexpected action was one of staggering relief. He gave a gasp, and his color came flooding back. Then he got up quickly, and thrust his hand into the basket. "No!" he said jerkily. "I don't play and not pay, sir! If you will neither advance me the money nor permit me to obtain it in my own way, keep my notes till I come of age, if you please!" The Earl's hand closed over his wrist, and the grip of his slender fingers made Patrick wince. "Let them fall", he said quietly.

He would do anything to bring whoever gets in his way down. "Are you sure about this, Patrick?" He asked Patrick gave a side smirk, "I have never been so certain in my life, man. Just trust me." He assured, driving off with an increased speed.

“So what if I want to push it? You think I won’t slap you because of the Weather family, because of Casius Weather, and because of Genesis Weather? “I’m telling you, now and here! I won’t let this go so easily! Not you, not Genesis, not anyone can tell me otherwise! “I am in charge here!” The long-haired young man slapped Patrick in the face again and again, landing red slap marks on both cheeks. Patrick was pushed back by the force and his face quickly swelled up.

I knew it would be worse than anything I had faced before. I stayed still in the car, unable to summon the courage to step out. Sensing my hesitation, Patrick swiftly got out, and in one smooth motion, came to my side of the car, opening the door and holding it for me. Despite my reluctance, I remembered that my grandmother’s life was at stake, and I had no choice but to obey. Patrick’s frustration grew as we walked slowly into the pack house. Annoyed at my slow pace, he forcefully grabbed my arm and yanked me along. The sudden movement caused me to wince in pain, and I struggled to break free from his tight grip.

If only Rachel could understand, see the sparkle in their son’s eyes. But a small sliver of doubt rippled through him. Because maybe Rachel was right. Patrick was a people-pleaser, after all. He hated disappointing folks, especially his parents, always willing to do his best for them. Maybe Black River Falls was too much for him. Maybe he was scared but was putting on a good show for his parents, for him, especially. He squeezed Patrick’s shoulders again. “Y’know, it’s been a heckuva day, Pat. A great one, and I’m proud. Don’t need to ride this one, if you don’t want to. Got nothing to prove to me, pal.”

His head rested on her neck, and his heart was beating wildly. Patrick saw the SUV lose control and almost crashed the guardrail several times. He was nervous and worried. He said in his heart, 'Gloria, you have no idea how scared I was?' He wanted to tell her that. But Gloria pushed him away. Patrick was caught off guard and pushed out of the car. He staggered, while Gloria ran away like a madman. "Don't run! It's me! It's all right! Gloria, don't be afraid!" Patrick chased after her with large strides. Gloria tripped. She was already crippled, and she fell to the ground.

I couldn’t endure another round of hands where they weren’t wanted, another voice telling me I deserved it for being who I am. The thought came softly, almost kindly: I just want it to stop. Patrick shifted, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my boxer-briefs, tugging them down. The elastic caught on my hips; he growled in frustration and leaned back for leverage. That was when the banging started.

"You think people's livelihood is a joke to you that you can just toy with anytime? What did she ever do to you? How dare you humiliate her like that?" Mr Patrick's voice was becoming hostile. He shoved Liam back so hard that he lost his balance. Uh oh... By now, a few customers had their attention on us and everything could get messy any minute now. I was surprised to hear Mr Patrick say those words, more surprised to see him shove Liam. Doesn't he know who this guy is? "I hope you know what you're doing." Liam said, his tone now serious. Before things get more ugly, I pull Mr Patrick out of Liam's way.