Novel & Cerita Author Richard Matheson

Sonya kept her stillness in her seat, otherwise, her eyes and brain captured every move, every word that Richard made. “Then, I will provide some space for you to get my story!” Richard smirked and leaned his back on the chair, folding his two arms. “I don’t talk about the rest, I will arrange for you to meet, Marrison. He’s one of my business partners.” He paused. Sonya swallowed hard. She rose from her seat. “Thank you, Richard. I’ll take it as it sounds positive.” She offered him a handshake. Richard smirked. He only took a glimpse of Sonya’s hand and put his hands into the pockets of his navy jeans. He took his long breathtaking.

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

The guys turned and walked to the middle of the room to greet us. I assumed the greeter was Richard. “I am Richard Anthony Fitzgerald III,” he said -I figured as much. He looked good as hell. Richard stood about 5′10, athletic build, jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked like may have been in few of those extracurricular activities in college like, rowing, track or tennis - something with no real physical contact to save his pretty face. That was my guess. “We would like to thank you for joining us. I’ve been told you all have been caught up with everything about the event and we appreciate you accompanying us,” Richard said as we all stood across from each other with him in the m

in his dark eyes. "No, he just watched me." It was strange. ”I looked down. I don't want to see him again, it made me fear, ”I snorted. Rich was silent for a moment. I took the opportunity to see our intertwined hands. They looked so pretty, and I don't know why I act like this with Rich, I've let it into my life as if nothing. I don't know anything about him, I just know he lives crossing the river, his name is Richard Caspersen, he only lives with his mother and has no friends. Just that. "Do you still want to kill Kate?" "Question out of nowhere." I look at it immediately. "No, I didn't say it so literally in the afternoon, it was just the product of anger." I would never wish someone de

Mitch, believing her daughter was dead, went into hiding for over twenty years. After events in which many truths were revealed, Klempner came to understand that he had not been betrayed and gave up his revenge. Regretting his past actions, he agreed to walk out of Mitch's life and to allow her to find happiness on her own terms. Richard and Beth: Richard Haswell, billionaire property developer and Dom, owner of a significant proportion of 'The City' and first, James' employer then his co-director. Elizabeth: his wife and sub and related by blood to Charlotte.

The kind of place my mom picked when she wanted to impress Richard, which was always, because my mother had been glowing like a woman reborn ever since she started dating him and I didn't have the heart to ruin it. I was seated between Miles and my mother. Across from Richard – tall, silver-templed, the kind of handsome that came with money and good genetics. He was warm in a practiced way. Polished. And next to Richard, directly across from me, was his son. Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. Scar through the eyebrow. Grey eyes that hadn't left my face since I walked in and realized that God had a sense of humor and it was cruel.

Chapter Eighty Richard Greyson sent for Damien without raising his voice. The message was simple. Come to my study. Damien knew that tone. Calm words always meant trouble. He arrived a few minutes later, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, already irritated before a single word was said. Richard stood by the window with his back turned, hands clasped behind him. He didn’t ask Damien to sit. He didn’t rush. That alone made Damien uneasy. “You bought a Tesla,” Richard said at last, still facing the window.

Ashford name carved deep. Damien walked alone into the cemetery. I watched from the car. Torres and her team surrounding us. Weapons ready. Waiting. Richard appeared from behind Marcus's headstone. No backup visible. No weapons drawn. Just him. Standing. Waiting. "You came," Richard called out. "I thought perhaps you would send someone. Hire your own killer. But no—here you are. The hero. The protector. The fool." "We agreed. Single combat. Keep your word." "My word." Richard laughed. "My word means nothing. It never did. You should know that by now."