You Left Your Lights On Patrick Novels & Stories

Bart said “At least get used to her if you put this show up and refuse to search for our mate, or at least choose someone who will make our hearts happy every time you see her.” “That is not a valid choice, Bart, and you know that.” and Patrick stops and stays in front of the mirror. “I should be happy , why am I not? Patrick asked himself. “Please, man. I want to go to Blood Moon pack.” and Bart is so persistent that he almost hears him howling in his head. “This is not a good idea” but good or not, Patrick took his jacket and his keys and left the castle. “Where are you going?” Carson asks running after him.

“Beats me. Levi is the strangest of all you weirdos.” “Just leave, Patrick. Go back to hiding. If I find you sneaking up on me or my mate again, you will be worse than covered in mud.” Patrick waved his hand and stepped back towards the road. “Yeah, whatever. Call your brother, will you?” And with that, Patrick was gone as quickly as he showed up. Landon left his phone in the car thinking it would be nice to have quiet time with Brooklyn. He assumed nobody would even be awake to need him.

He has more pressing needs to attend to. “To check on you and explain things” Patrick stuttered. He didn't know what to say exactly but since what was bothering him has got to do with making Adrian understand why he did what he did,he gave that answer. “You can see that I'm fine and you have given your stupid explanation. You can leave now” he requested, his voice filled with a tone of finality. The next two days, things went as expected until one evening, Luna heard the doorbell rang. Surprised at who could be at her door, she went to get it

“I know this isn’t exactly your fight.” “But I’m here to clean it up anyway, aren’t I?” Patrick looked past Declan and glanced between Fitz and the Prospect, a cant of his chin indicating that he wished to be left alone with their guest. The two men obliged, and a little of the electricity went out of the air with them. Declan relaxed against the back of the chair into which he’d been deposited. “Sins of the father, and all that,” Patrick grimly intoned, fishing a half-crushed pack of Camels from the back pocket of his jeans.

"Make sure you're not caught and if you're ever caught. It's totally none of my concern." With that Patrick faded into the night leaving me alone on my porch along with a very dangerous mission at hand.

Then she splashed her face again, fixed her lipstick, and walked back out like nothing was wrong. Patrick was already pushing back from the table. “Gentlemen, I’m stepping out for a quick cigar. Rain’s stopped. Don’t wait up if I get chatty with the neighbors.” He clapped Alex on the shoulder on his way to the terrace door. Alex’s smile tightened. His gaze cut involuntarily toward the locked study drawer across the hall. Bridget caught the flicker and felt that same nameless chill slide down her spine. Patrick never talked about family beyond her. Why did every mention of the past suddenly feel heavy?

Patrick joined me at the window, peering out at the flooded streets below. “Fuck,” he muttered. He said it under his breath. And then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the power went out. There was an ominous creaking from the roof as the wind picked up, making the building shudder. Water pounded the balcony, echoing like a drum against the glass doors. The apartment plunged into darkness, the sound of the storm outside even louder now. I turned to Patrick, my heart racing. “What now?” I asked. Patrick lit his phone’s flashlight and swept it across the room. Shadows flickered. They danced against the walls, making the space feel smaller, tighter.

“I’ll let you get to work. There’s food in the fridge if you need anything.” To avoid raising suspicions, I returned to the Packhouse a little while later to continue the cleanup efforts. Leonard, too weak to do much, remained in my cottage to keep an eye on Patrick in case he tried anything. An ache went through my chest just having to leave him laying there on my couch.

"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.

“It's very hot in here; I was just going to the bathroom to cool off.” “A strange place to do that... Come, I'll escort you outside!” Patrick extended his hands, taking mine and dragging me outside. I was puzzled because we didn't go through the entrance, but rather the exit. Leaning against the side, I wiped my sweaty face and stared at Patrick, who was relaxed beside me. “I didn't know you liked nightclubs...” I commented, trying to lighten the mood, still looking at the door anxiously. “I don't like them...” He replied curtly, and I furrowed my brow.