Reading With Patrick Novels & Stories

said Patrick, a little rascally. Patrick was a bully indeed. He said, "Gloria, don't move. I haven't had sex for three years. I can't promise what I'll do if you move." Gloria's face turned even paler. Patrick's hot breath reached her ears, and his voice was so hoarse that it made her tremble in fear. He whispered in her ear, "If you don't believe me, feel it." She thought, 'He is so shameless!'

/-Alora-/ It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged. Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry. He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me.

Patrick had been observing Aimee from the corner of his eye the whole time. Seeing her like this, his eyes darkened. He seemed to have realized something and said to Camdyn, "Grandpa, I suddenly feel a bit hungry. Could you bring me some food?"Camdyn stared at Patrick in astonishment, finding it hard to believe what he had just heard. It was the first time since Patrick's accident that he had expressed a desire to eat.

Patrick murmured. There was something almost cruel in how calm he sounded. Not mocking. Worse. Interested. Like he wanted to see how long I could keep lying. Dinner passed like a fever dream. I barely tasted anything. My father spent most of the evening bragging while Patrick listened with terrifying patience. Every time I accidentally looked up, I found his eyes already on me. Watching. Studying. “Mrs. Hart,” Patrick said after taking another bite, “this may be the best roast I’ve had in years.”

“Hi, I am Patrick and you? He asks with his sexy smiles and his beautiful set of teeth that can never let a girl say no. “ Nice to meet you “ she also says looking straight into his eyes with her sexy beautiful eyes and they shake hands and Patrick uses his fingers to scratch the middle of her palm and slowly let go of her hands looking into her eyes and she already understood what he means by scratching the middle of her palm. She knows he is trying to give her some green light that he likes her and would like to know her more. “ May I know the name of the beautiful and sexy standing in front of me” he says.

She told me they should help keep the sickness at bay and would not be harmful to the baby. Time quickly passed, the day had been a huge success. Sadie was chatting with a group of young girls I’m assuming are her friends and Roman appeared to be in deep conversation with three of his men when I was approached by a young male. He handed me a copy of my book and spoke “Hi Luna, please can you sign my book” “Of course I replied, what’s your name?” I asked “Pau…Patrick” I frowned in response to his reply, was his name really Patrick, maybe the book was a gift for someone else. I shrugged it off and signed the book, handing it back with a smile on my face.

“His idea is brilliant! And we should recommend that to uncle.” “Are you going to take part in redecorating that place?” She looked at her cousin with a suspicious glare. “I could use it more often.” “Ok, so I know that you have your own business in that.” “That’s a perfect place to have some vacation or even a long weekend more often, badass.” “And who is talking about vacations?” “I am already in love with that kind of entertainment. Thanks for taking me with you. I wish I could discover that a little earlier.” Patrick laughed. He spent weekends quite regularly with her and his brother, but since he had left, he preferred to stay home alone.

I said and he agreed. I just picked up my cellphone as well and looked at my Cheekbook feed. The boring thing is that Patry doesn't have a Cheekbook. He really only knows how to get into games, he doesn't like social media platforms. I asked Sera about that and she said nothing because her brother's life is so boring. There seems to be no social life! Alas, she is really a bully. Hahaha!

Patrick, however, made a soft sound of triumph. “I’m in. Idiot set his password to his kid’s name… I mean, what year are we in?” Chris and I exchanged eye-rolls. “Focus, Pat,” Chris hissed. “Right. Now, let’s see what secrets you’re hiding, Doc,” Patrick whispered. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. Every creak and groan of the old building made me jump, and I found myself glancing at Patrick more and more often, silently willing him to hurry the hell up.

I thought to myself in hollow pettiness. I finally forced myself to stop staring at her to get my own food and quickly eat before taking off out of the cafeteria to head up to the library. I liked the peace and quiet there. Pat was already there, reading in one of the soft armchairs. I sat down next to him. “How's classes going for you so far?” I asked him in a hushed tone. Pat shifted slightly and marked his book with a silver painted bookmark he'd made himself several years ago, before closing it. “Not too bad, typical first day stuff happening. What about you?” He asked, matching my hushed tone.