Who Are You People Patrick Star Novels & Stories

Who would've known there'd be so many good-looking people around? And so, the convention became a battle between beauty and brains. … Patrick had no idea that a simple trip to Whiteloop City would make him go viral. Blake was scrolling through his phone backstage and was stunned to see Patrick had made the trending topics with a single photo. At the same time, he pitied the online community for choosing to idolize Patrick. After all, Patrick was much too self-disciplined. He didn't have any social media accounts and never paid attention to online gossip. The only social media account he used was WhatsApp, and the number of contacts he had there could be counted on both hands.

He chose her instantly, wanting to give her a good life. “My name’s Mr. Daniel Sween, but my friends call me Danny. You can call me whatever you’re most comfortable with, although I would prefer Danny since I consider us friends.” He held out his hand for her to shake but she just looked up at him confused. She had calmed down for the most part, once she realized she wasn’t going to be punished for dropping the suitcase.

The bald man walked towards us, his forehead crumpling and his eyes wide. I tried squinting my eyes and making it wide at the same time - I don't know how he does that! "I am not paying you to slack around and talk with your girlfriend!" Oh, come on! I'm not his anything! I glared at Mr. Patrick Star and said, "There are so many WRONG things with what you have just said!" "Excuse me?" Patrick raised an eyebrow, still squinting through. I raised my right pointer finger, "First off, he's not an employee!" I raised another finger, "Second, I am not his girl-"

All I had needed to do then was wait. Once Luna had given birth, I would have revealed all those stories. By then, I would have had quite a show to witness. "Hello. Are you Ms. Aralyn Jaffe?" I observed Patrick as he took a seat across from me and lifted an eyebrow. "What are you here for?" Patrick asked. "Do you know who I am?" I nodded and confirmed, "Yes, I do." Patrick said, "You're aware of my history with Luna. I made some mistakes in the past, but now I aim to end Shayne and Luna's relationship. As Shayne's ex-wife, you must still have some lingering feelings for him, right?

Hopless Romantic. "We don't know that you're a hopeless romantic type of person, Mr. Santos,” A reporter said with a hint of teasing. He just laughed it off while saying "I'm not like Jhezz, who is very serious. Between the three of us, Patrick, Jhezz, and I. I can say that I am a combination of the two. Sometimes I can be serious and playful.” Almost everyone there laughed. They all knew that the three friends had different personalities. Patrick is the jolly one, Jhezz is the serious type and he is the combination of the two.

"My bad, my bad. It's just that the title suits you so well it's hard to get used to anything else." We sat down, and for a few minutes, the conversation flowed about simple things. But the image of the woman fleeing wouldn't leave my mind. The lull in the conversation was my moment. I looked at Patrick. "Patrick, do you know a lot of people here in Chicago? People of... all kinds?" He tilted his head, assessing my question. "Depends. But I can say yes, I have some contacts. Why?"

Sean was just making a simple conjecture, but the more he said, the more serious his expression became. "For some reason, I am somewhat familiar with this method. Patrick, is someone trying to attack the Black Thorn Pack?" "Yes, they've already made some moves." Patrick's expression was calm. He was not angry at all. "Patrick, who are these people?" Sean asked anxiously. "I don't know." Patrick didn't seem worried. The food was served, and Patrick started eating. Sean looked at him. He couldn't believe that Patrick was still in the mood to eat in such a critical situation.

I remembered now – he was the running back for the team. “No but I saw your fumble,” she teased. He held a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “You wound me,” he said. Then, he turned to us. “Oh, I’m sorry! Hi, I’m Patrick!” “Patrick is a friend,” Paula said quickly, still beet-red. Gina hid a laugh behind her hand. Amy raised an eyebrow. “Hey you’re the other nurse, right?” Patrick said, pointing at me. “The one that got bit in here?”

God, this is so embarrassing. " Have you?" I found myself asking. " Not this public." He replied, staring at the crowd. " I like to be alone. Not surrounded by people." He replied and continued with his phone. Well, that makes the two of us. . . . Patrick's P. O. V " Hey... Patrick!" a voice called out, and I looked around, trying to see where it came from. I discovered it was from Skyler and she was swimming towards me. " Hey...." I greeted, looking around for Sylvia. When she was close enough, she stopped making herself float in the water.

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.