Spongebob Wrestling Patrick Novels & Stories

Alessia's POV I thought I looked funny in the yellow dress my mum had me wear, but it's nothing compared to how funny Patrick looked in his yellow suit. What the hell? Not the both of us being a look alike to SpongeBob. I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter and had to hold onto my dress to prevent myself from choking.

After Sebastian and Patrick stared at each other for what felt like hours, Sasha was sure that they were going to leap for each other’s throats anytime now. And that was why she was surprised when suddenly Patrick burst out laughing, clapping his hands for good measure. Sasha stared at him in shock as he continued to chuckle, as if he had heard the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.

Patrick stared at his body—he was so refined and cultured that it was surprising to see him muscular. "Wait for us outside if you're not getting in," Sean said bluntly just then. "Who said I'm not getting in?!" Patrick snapped angrily just then. He had the guts, but was just not used to it… But they were all men. Why did he need to get used to this? Without hesitation, he took off his bathrobe and jumped straight into the spa, kicking up a large wave and splashing Richard and Sean all over. "How about we splash each other, Dicky?" Patrick beckoned at Richard eagerly.

He slowed slightly, remembering when he had first met Robert inside. It had been lunchtime, and Patrick had been having a rare meal on campus as he did a little last-minute cramming for a Physics test the next day. A shadow had fallen across his book, and he’d looked up to find a stranger standing by his table, smiling at him from behind round, wire-frame glasses. “Can I help you?” Patrick had asked when the man said nothing. “Didn’t I see you at the production of Hairspray last month?” Patrick nodded. “I was there. It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

Patrick said as he swayed, he grabbed ahold of the desk as he tried to steady himself. “Patrick?” Ariadne asked, worried looking at him. Ariadne went to help steady him and he moved away quickly, almost falling over as he did. Kaleb went to help him as well, walking up to him slowly, not sure what was going on. “No!” Patrick shouted as he jerked himself away from Kaleb. “Patrick, what is going on with you?” Ariadne said coming up next to Kaleb. “Look at my wrist and forearm. Get away.” Patrick said backing up from Ariadne

"I... Ahem." He was pinching my neck so hard. As I wanted to say something, I coughed violently before I could say anything. "Is that so?" Patrick raised his sword-like brows slightly. Although he was expressionless, his cold eyes were dark as if a storm were brewing inside. He snorted and used his legs to hold my crotch tightly. With a lift of his hand, he tore my T-shirt open! "No!" I knew what he was going to do. But I didn't want to!

Leo said to David arrogantly. “Dave, don’t fall for that. He’s purposely saying that to trigger you. Gorilla’s around and we won’t have a chance,” Patrick at one side whispered to David. Patrick was not someone who would admit defeat easily. However, now that they were against the university basketball team’s starting member, Max 'Gorilla' Thompson, he had to back down. Since he and Max were all from the basketball team, they would always train together. Therefore, Patrick knew Max’s strength very well.

and he bows a little, shocking Mark. “What fuck?” he said in his mind looking at his father acting. “I had some business but I here now” Patrick said looking around for a place to sit comfortably but Pete Thompson can’t hold his mouth closed and asked directly: "Your Royal Highness, did you go to see Sarah again?" Patrick just turns around and looks him in the eye with an irritated face. “What’s his problem?” Bart almost growls in Patrick's mind but he can’t react more because Patrick puts Pete Thompson at his place in no time.

The Earl nodded, and went out with his friend. Mr Clarkson turned his attention to the new comers, matched Mr Fritzwa at singlestick with one of his instructors, and stood critically by while Patrick, stripped to the waist, hit out at a punchball. He presently took the eager young man on in a sparring match, gave Mr Fritzwa a turn, and dismissed them both to cool off. "Oh, damn it, why can't I pop in a good one over your guard?" panted Mr Fritzwa. "I try hard enough!"

Wherever the hell he meant by that, I still don't know. “Yeah, and that's why every suggestion you make got its inspiration from Patrick Star from SpongeBob. Patrick gives better ideas than you do, I don't even know how you got the Gamma position in the first place." Caleb retorts. Well damn! That's some fucking deep burn, I could literally feel the fire from Caleb's words. “You know what your problem is?" Gamma Ralph asks Caleb and answers the question for himself.