Novels by Patty Writes

EMERIC She was looking around the bar while the server poured us our drink, she ordered the strongest scotch in the house and I had a bourbon.I didn't stop her from ordering high content alcohol, I would want to feel nothing but numbness at this time if I was in her shoesI felt like I understood her on a different level.The disappointment, the feeling of not being enough and taken for granted, you could just feel your self worth depreciating.I knew it all too well.I took a sip from my drink. “Are you looking for something?”She was stunned and blinked at me.“You keep looking around and I wonder what for”“No… no” She shook her head, “it's just been a long day.”She was thinking about it, it seemed so.I inched closer to her and our knees touched, she leaned in to sip her drink from the glass, rounding her lips over the rim of the glass and throwing it all back in one gulp. She cleared her throat afterwards.I corked my head, a light bulb had come on. “Tell me about your day.”

NOELLE Holyshit! I said yes.I freaking said yes and I was kissing this man.He tasted like spice and sugar, or was it wine.Who on earth was this guy?First the big rock on my finger , his expensive ocean cologne maybe Dior or some highly exalted brand and then he kisses me?For the love of me!I was beginning to think he was some sort of poser or a robber, or maybe he stole from a pawn shop but then pawn shops don't have these kinds of diamonds these days.Or a con man?Whatever! He kissed well. The best I'd ever had. Clayton didn't kiss me this way.Our kiss came to an abrupt halt when Clayton pushed this gentle waiter who had just given me something to be proud of.He grabbed my arm tightly, the waiter made an attempt to step in but I signalled him not to.“Is this what you do now? You've been cheating on me?” My pulse picked up momentum, I could hear it in my ears, rage came over me, from the depths I didn't even know I had.“Take your filthy hands off me Clayton” I said betwe

EMERIC.I didn't work at the restaurant all the time but the few times I stood in for Ben, I had seen Noelle and this man. The same man proposing to another woman.Love was the most glaring thing ever, you could just see it between two people.It didn't hide but with this man, I never for once saw it. Noelle was always the excited one.My stomach churned.I observed her demeanor when she walked in. She was beaming, giddy and as always she walked straight to the counter asking for the chef to remind me of her special order and all that she had planned. She did that all the time and that was how I got to know her name.She always reserved a table in her name. Noelle Holly Roberts. I always thought it was a distinct name.She thought I was like some head waiter or something but I was the head chef on some days and I knew she couldn't eat anything with cloves in it.The few times I watched her converse with Ben, I just knew she was a sweet, kind woman. She smiled and gushed, her little

NOELLERumble? He thinks Rumble is our restaurant?Nothing romantic about Rumble, it's more like roommates having a greasy dinner that'd probably kill them in their sleep, their heart suffocating, sizzling on all the cholesterol.There was no fine dining at Rumble, only burgers and oil drenched fries, the only thing nice was their fish cakes and onion rings and those were things he liked.I had introduced him to La Vista and it had since then been a staple when he wasn't complaining about the cost but here he was, bringing some strange woman.My nails dug under the table until it hurt, my heart palpitated heavily. Eyes still trained on them and one hand clutching my chest, I reached for the glass of water but ended up pushing it off the table, calling unwanted attention to where I was sitting in a corner like a neglected puppy.The glass had shattered all over the floor, I felt a sting on my foot but what's a sting when your entire body was cramping.I ducked as soon as Clayton and h

NOELLEAutumn, winters, thanksgiving or Valentine if that counted weren’t my best moments but I never really had a reason for not loving it, except I was born in the holidays and named after it. Glad I wasn't named Valentine or Valerie, no disrespect there but I'd rather not.It was bad enough to be Noelle and Holly and my old man's dead jokes about decking halls with balls of Holly.None of that mattered now.It was Valentine's Day, our big day. I and the love of my life.I took a good look at my fingers, I had gotten them done earlier in the day and made sure not to smudge the pastel pink polish, the gloss glistened under the yellow candle glow.Clayton loved subtle colors.You know how I said I hated holidays or disliked? Valentine's day didn't count because I always wished to be proposed to on the day of love. Sounds cliche and could get swallowed up with the army of reds and whites in restaurants, people smooching and professing undying love.I know it could get swept under the b