Reading With Patrick Novels & Stories

"Amelia!" I looked up and saw Mr Patrick approaching, his hands shoved casually in his pockets and a soft smile on his face. He looked as relaxed and warm as always, his presence somehow provided comfort. "Hey Mr Patrick," I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady and to force a small smile onto my lips. "What are you doing here?" "I was in the area and thought I’d grab a coffee," he said, gesturing to the café down the street. His gaze softened as he looked me over, searching my face. "Just getting off work?"

He was a kid who was only good with tech. " Patrick! Why do you think this will fail or not work out?” I asked angrily. " This is the best plan for us without getting involved in murder or being chased as a fugitive “ I continued, angrily. Patrick bowed his head coldy. He tried to speak but he couldn't. Few minutes later, he opened his mouth.

I’d barely noticed myself that I was bouncing my legs from the cold. “Well,” he said. “On one hand, you’ve got a story about family and love and innocence and coming together as a community and believing, but on the other hand, you’ve got joy and laughter and finding meaning in life.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know these movies yourself or did you just g****e them?” Patrick laughed aloud but didn’t answer. He was becoming a mystery tonight. Every time he did something unexpected, I found myself wanting to know more about him.

Patrick Patrick was almost excited for the lesson with his father. The only part of them he disliked was the presence of his sister. She was always waiting with their father before Patrick got there and staying afterwards to “help clear up.” Her sucking up wouldn’t matter though, mother had made father promise that there would be no difference in their treatment. Even if she spent all of her spare time trying to gain father’s favor, it wouldn’t have an impact. She was almost always quiet in the lessons and never tried to answer any of the questions their father posed. She would even doze off with her eyes glazed over when they were supposed to be reviewing material.

Patrick asked as he finally walked up to his blue colored executive seat in his bedroom and sat down. Willow stared to him in silence as he sat and she wondered what was eating him up as she didn't knew what his problem was and she didn't wanted to think about Loveth been the caused. She sighed and decided to let Patrick be while she went down to the first floor to wait for her dinner as she was hungry, and didn't wanted to annoy him now they were at peace. Patrick stared to his laptop on his studying desk and he opened it and switched it on, Deciding to browse the internet and to distract his mind, but he was still angry, and wasn't able to focused on his company's new magazine covers he wa

The early evening sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his face, and the room felt like a sanctuary where secrets could be confided. "Hey, Molly," Patrick began, his voice hesitant, "I need to talk to you about something that's been weighing on my mind for a while." I set aside the book I'd been reading and gave him my full attention. "Of course, Patrick. You can always talk to me. What's bothering you?" He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window as if searching for the right

I ducked her well, she was even limping, why would she want to go and meet another man? I pushed the thought aside, Chloe would never do that. Soon, Patrick arrived with what I had requested. He had changed his attire at this time. He was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans which made him look smarter than earlier. He was wearing shorts at that time which I knew was because he wasn't on duty. Today was supposed to be his off day and this was because I had Lucas at that time. Lucas did not get off days but I made sure that he was well paid each time. Patrick connected the footage he had gotten to the big screen in my library so that it would be easier for me to watch as I sat behind my worki

Ariana said, waving at us. " You too. " We chorused as they left. I stared at the card for a while, reading the number. Glancing up, I saw Patrick staring at me with an amused look on his face. " What?" I found myself asking. " They're hot." He muttered. " What!?" I asked, chuckling. He grinned, relaxing on his chair. At least it's not a lie." " No, it's not." . . . Sylvia's P. O. V

I noticed the smirk on his face, as he stepped on the ground and walked into the distance. “Who is it?” Patt’s voice called out from inside. “It’s Pierre. I came for my law textbook…” “Oh… just a minute Pierre, I’m coming.” Less than a minute later, Patt’s hostel room door opened slightly. I watched in amusement, as he adjusted a yellow towel around his waist. Patt was drenched in perspiration, and was eager to go in and continue whatever it was he had been doing. “Here’s the text, Pierre.” Patt handed me my land law textbook through the small space between the door and its frame.

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.”