Sexy Patrick Star Novels & Stories

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

She touched the spot that L kissed and felt butterflies in her stomach. Damn. What magic has L casted in her to make feel this way? “Why are your eyes like that, Patrice?” Patrick asked her as they walked to his car. “Yeah, Patrice, why do you have the eyes of a panda?” L asked. Patrick raised his brow at L. “Hey, you. Are you courting my sister?” He asked. L’s eyes widened and bowed. “Yes, sir!” He beamed politely. Patrick was preventing a laugh from escaping his mouth as he looked at L, who was an aggressive hguy last night, become a puppy now.

“He only posted a video of me leaving? He should have posted the video of me flipping his massive, over-privileged body over my shoulder. I guess the golden boy is too embarrassed to let the world see him get humbled.” ”You flipped Saxton Vance?!” Jessica clutched her head in her hands, her voice hitting a high pitch. ”Are you insane?! His fangirls are literal feral demons, Sarah! They will come after you now that Saxton has demanded to find you!” “Let them try. I am not afraid of his little fans, Jessica,” I hissed. “Both Saxton Vance and his psychotic fans can go straight to hell and rot.” ”Sarah, don’t mess with him!” Jessica pleaded, her voice tight with genuine fear. ”He’s not just some

Night< That night following my shift, I am rummaging inside my locker when someone grabs me by the waist. “Hey!” I turn to see it is Patrick, shirtless. It appears that his shift has just ended as well. “Patrick! You startled me.” “Did I? I´m sorry.” Patrick stares at me and tucks a renegade lock of my hair behind my ears. “I´m so pleased I get to be with you without that Liam hovering around. Or anyone else from our pack for that matter.” I laugh. “And yet you don´t mind our colleagues seeing us?”

“Wait, I have a question for you. About Siobhan.” “Not sure if I will have an answer but sure.” “Do you know anything about her being in a relationship with a werecat, tiger shifter to be specific? His name was Wyatt.” Patrick takes a moment before answering, “No. I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having a boyfriend while she was gone.” “Did she mention anything about being…raped?” I whisper. Patrick’s eyes went wide and then his pupils narrowed into slits, his irises turning black. His wolf.

“Nope. I saved some fried-rice for you in the fridge.” “Already had it! That’s for breakfast, now t’s 8 p.m. my dear. Can you cook something else for me? I am half dead right now. Oh God, you know my boyfriend has a high sexual drive, he never wants to stop, and he’s addicted to me so much. Oh, I’m so happy but tired now.” Patricia said loudly without shame in her voice. Stella pretended not to pick every word she’s barking about but, still remember that tall guy with tattoos on the chest, the right arm, and the left arm! Yak!

“Since you have found out, let me be honest with you. Yes, I have betrayed you. I am sorry, Jean. You’re a wonderful woman, but I like Selena more. Forget about our wedding. It’s my fault.” “You are sorry? Did you feel sorry when you were sleeping with this woman?” Jean gritted her teeth when she saw them holding hands. She could taste blood in her mouth. Patrick was a rookie movie director. They became acquainted during work. He started to pursue Jean soon after that. He was the kind of boring guy who did not know how to sweet talk. Because of this, she thought he was trustworthy, unlike other men in show business, and agreed to befriend him. She could not believe he was sleeping with this

“Yeah, baby.” His mouth covered mine in a deep, hungry kiss, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip before he soothed the bite with his tongue. His hands roamed my body, pushing my silky nightdress up and over my head, leaving me bare and trembling against him. Patrick pulled back, his dark eyes trailing over me with a slow, appreciative heat. “Damn, baby. You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in my life.” I smirked. “Who’s the other woman?”

The sky felt wide and gentle. “Don’t you sleep?” he asked, his voice low and playful. “Or are you some sort of night crawler?” I smiled. “Like you are any better, vampire.” We giggled together, and the laughter slowly faded into calm silence. He turned his face toward me for a moment, then looked back at the sky. He lifted his hand and pointed. “See those three stars in a row?” “I see them,” I whispered. “That’s you,” he said softly, pointing at the first.