Rat Patrol Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Can you please cooperate? Why do you want to kill Agent Violet?" "Because your psycho girlfriend is so annoying. She thinks she's the most intelligent person in the world. She's a show-off. She thinks she knows a lot. Little did she know that someone has become a fan. And that fan, wanted her dead, and I don't know why he wants her dead, but I kind of like to see her dead too and away from you of course. So we can be happy and you'll only see me." Agent Patricia's smirk never disappeared.

“Alisa wasn't a true friend but the fiancee of a Mafia Lord who operates an underground sperm donor ring. He was a potential target to his ancestry. Now he's been forced to accept the eight year–” Another chuckle came up again but I had to force myself to continue. “He called Rhys, his friend, to reach out to me if I can help save him from Matteo’s hands.” “I'd stone such an asshole to death.” Mom snapped, another reason to laugh more but I wasn't done. “But guess what I told him?” They each shook their heads, eyes curious. They were eager to hear what I said to him. “I want him as my sex slave in a femdom, male-sub relationship. I haven't heard from him since then. The day of his pickup is

Karli nods as she speaks, and I can see the wheels turning in her head as she begins to formulate a plan. “My next patrol shift to that area is in three days, but I have a partner. I didn’t understand why we were buddied up before, but now it makes sense. If you got to someone like me, there had to be another person involved to prevent me from helping. Unfortunately, my partner changes up each time, and this next rotation I’m with Jack.” Of course, it had to be Jack! He’s a real hard-ass who always does everything by the book. He never bends the rules, even a little. How are we supposed to sneak past when he’s on patrol?!?

It was not just Xander being their Alpha, he was also their friend and brother. The tournament had come to an end. A guy named Jace was named the victor and took up the new Patrol spot. He was just as big as Lyle and would be a great addition to patrols. I would be interested to meet the patrols. I bet they were beasts. They had to be.

Perrin I hadn’t actually ever been nervous for patrol before. Well, not at least since the first time I ever did it. I ran my first patrol with my dad and Beta Mark. We had shifted just before sundown, ran for hours in wolf-form, and it was amazing. I had never looked back. Patrol was a pack obligation that I really enjoyed fulfilling. It felt like the most natural part of being in the pack, really. At least until the Sacred Call. Except for tonight, I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. Not that I didn’t mind a challenge. But something was just so… unsettling, about Justin.

“Of course…I'm just thinking.” “About what?” I asked with a fake look of concern. He offered the briefest smile. “Tomorrow’s patrol schedule.” Bloody liar. I laughed softly, grabbing an apple and a knife. “You’ve been thinking about patrol since morning?” “I like to be prepared,” he muttered, trying to avoid making eye contact with me. I began to peel the apple…slowly, deliberately. “You know,” I finally said, “everyone’s been talking about you lately, they think you’ve… changed.”

"Our alliance has been blown to pieces, but we aren't tracking a blood feud through the woods. I have no authority to stop his boots from using your old crates as a scouting excuse to see the pups, nor am I going to launch a border war over a yard dispute." "Agreed. I knew your wolf carried too much dignity to run a blind hatred, Collins. What alpha sire wouldn't lose his senses when his cubs are across the ridge?" Patricia said, checking the shadow on the wall before standing up. "Your belly must be completely flat by this shift. I’ll go fire up the iron and toss some meat into the pot." The moment her boots cleared the kitchen timber and the stew pot began to hiss over the flame, Patricia

" Karen promised, pulling him into a bear hug. Patrilia was the youngest and most sensitive of them. Whenever Karen and Kelvin did anything without involving him, he would stop talking to them for a month or so, claiming that they were pushing him away from them. They were best friends, and he couldn't get over the fact that sometimes they kept things from him as a way of protection. "Don't say you are protecting me, Miss Milburn, because trust me, I'll never talk to you again." He tried to push her away. "What about this Patrilia?" I'll tell you whether I can see my guardian angel or not. And after that, I'll make some strawberry milkshakes for you. "Is that okay?" She asked. Although he di

She felt like a criminal. Tyler walked slowly towards her. “Who are you?” he groaned. She was speechless. “Speak” he said loudly with anger. She looked up inside his eyes and said. “I am your daughter” there were tears in her eyes. He looked deeply inside her eyes. Their eyes lock, only if his wolf was there, he could scream that she is his pup. Patricia ran in between them facing Hazel. “You slut, first she tried to steal my mate and now she is trying to steal my father,” Patricia was exploding due to anger.

I thunder, riding, racing, and running far away from my Michael. My pussy throbs, drenching at the wild imagination running through my head about being caught and him putting handcuffs on my wrists, pushing me to my knees in the middle of the dark road, and fucking me from behind while I moan so highly, my voice blending with the cries of the night birds. “Patricia was engaged in the middle of sex…” I reveal. He laughs into the phone. “That's an orgasmic proposal.” “I agree. She's never going to forget it.” I blurt and take another turn.