Retard Patrick Novels & Stories

Charlie ran outside and played with a chicken mascot while me and Adam started talking and filled them with news they weren't expecting. "I can't believe Patrick's behind all of these..." Chloe frowned, "He may look like a trouble fat man, but he has a heart." Had... "He trained me bro," Reed smiled sadly, "But I guess he's just a normal human being that was blinded with rage." Oh right, uncle Patrick was the one who trained Reed about this part of the area. He's affected by what uncle Pat has done, just like I do. "Moving on," Chloe faced me and grinned, "So what's your favorite color, Emily?"

Kim. “How is Lance today?” She asked Patrice. Patrice smiled. “Well, he flunked the diagnostic exam I gave him, Ma’am. I gave him modules to read, then, we’ll see each other tomorrow for him to have his retake of the diagnostic exam.” She explained. Mrs. Kim smiled. “Thanks for being so patient on him.” She said. Patrice smiled and nodded. “That’s nothing, Ma’am.” She replied. *Nothing my ass, Patrice Kwon.* She thought.

I will need more pads. Matt nodded as he shoved his hands into his pocket. Before the incident, we used to go home together, but after that night he instructed the driver not to wait for me anymore. I turned to look at him one more time and ask him one more question. “You said we could go back the way we were if I aborted the pregnancy, well since I’m not pregnant can we still go back to being best friends?” I needed to see the kind of person I had trusted, I wanted to see the real Matt.

"Well, I don't know, I told you this wasn't the time to send it but you refused, that aside, what should I tell the nagging woman on the phone, she isn't taking any excuses," "Tell her whatever, it's not as if our union is a love match she should stop trying already, or I might call off the wedding altogether, I hate pests," He said in a dismissing voice, Patrick got the memo and left him, he checked his time again and let out a sigh, he just hope nothing bad had hoped, he should have sent a guard with them but he had wanted to be careful now he regrets not doing so.

CHAPTER FOUR: Patrick’s Abduction The sun had only begun to peek up over the horizon, manifesting as little more than a pink line shading to an arch of deep purple, when Patrick Young stepped out of the back exit of Geer Hall. He did a few hamstring stretches in front of the building before jogging off toward the back end of campus.

"It's not like the Lloyd family needs that pocket change anyway. I tell him to come back and learn from people like you… Just relax! But he just laughs and says he's still in his prime!" Andrew's voice took on a mocking tone. "Says guys his age should be full of energy and drive. Anyone sitting around listening to music and playing chess all day is just a useless old has-been with nothing better to do! Though I personally think that's a bit harsh." He looked directly at Patrick. "What do you think, Mr. Garcia? Am I right?" Patrick's face twitched as he forced another laugh. His heart was pounding, unable to figure out if this little punk was deliberately insulting him. Nonetheless, if he was

“Not only did y’all tear my car up, but y’all trying to tear my house up too? Shoot. I need to keep better company.” “Can we talk since you’re the only sane adult here?” “Sure. Meet me in the parlor. I’ll get drinks.” “Don’t you have a hangover?” “I do, but I need to get fucked up all over again to deal with y’alls bullshit.” ********** By the time Patrick made it to the parlor, he had changed his mind and hunted down his rainy day weed stash. “Tell bestie what happened. Start at the good part where I have to replace my bumper,” Patrick insisted as he rolled the joint.

The main bastard has always remained in shadows while ordering them around to carry the black deeds. When Rita realized this, she lost her ground and crumbled into a mess. She thought that providing sexual favors to Benjamin will take her to the highest ladder in the food chain but the real puppet maker was someone else and he was so close to losing his patience. Pressing on the accelerator, Patrick increases speed of the poor vehicle and roams his watchful eyes on his surroundings. He has reached closer to the Eternal Restaurant and will soon reach the signal from where Lauren’s car will cross. Connecting the seat belt, he takes a deep breath and the moment he caught the sight of Rolls Royc

"That means we have to have a rematch. How about it, Jay?" "I do not mind." Liam's office door suddenly knocked hard from the outside. "Who's that" Liam mutters. He shouted toward the door. "Enter!" One of Liam's men, Patrick Wayne, sticks his head in a crack in the door after hearing Liam's order to come in. "Patrick, do you work weekends?" asked Liam surprised. Patrick is the number one computer expert in Franzine Industry. He was once offered a job at the Pentagon, America, but refused on health grounds and chose to work at Franzine Industry.

“I’m leaving. Watching the two of you disgusts me.” He turned to go. Just as he reached the door, Zachary’s voice rang out. “Patrick, I hope you don’t regret this!” Patrick paused, turning back, his tone icy. “I hope you don’t regret it in the end.” Then he strode out, slamming the door behind him. “Bang!” Zachary smashed his glass in rage. “Patrick, since you won’t work with me, don’t blame me for being ruthless,” he growled, his face dark as a demon’s.