Author Richard Matheson Novels & Stories

He studied Richard closely for a moment before growling, "Richard Wilson!" he came closer to Richard. "The billionaire that every channel brags about these days as a hero right? You actually left your business empire to become a hero? To what do I owe this unannounced visit? What do you want from me, man?" He said all at once a, throwing his hands up in the air. Richard smiled wryly. "Your life," he replied. "You must be the dreaded Barukas," Richard said, smiling. Barukas chuckled out aloud.

Alizeh said and all four elements shimmered and left. Jamie had four guys looking at her expectantly. Richard coughed and said “ Well I suppose I better introduce everyone. I am Richard and my demon is called Amon. I will be teaching you sword fighting.” Jamie looked at Richard, he was about 6 foot 3, dirty blond hair that was ear length, pale skin and brilliant periwinkle eyes. His body was statuesque, with extremely broad shoulders, long legs and very well defined muscles Straining to get through his top. Richard notice that she was staring and quickly blushed. Richard chuckled “like what you see Princess? Well it is all yours” He said with a twinkle in his eye.

"You caught me by surprise. Just for a moment, I thought you were my wife, and I know she´s not here today. There is a striking resemblance." My Master says, "Charlotte, Michael, can I introduce Richard Haswell, founder and CEO of the Haswell Corporation." I reach to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell." He takes my hand, shaking it briskly. Richard Haswell is a handsome man, strikingly so. But more than that, he has an air about him, carrying himself with poise. He reeks of power and authority. And this is his project...

I assured him. "I don't want to hear your flat promises," Richard snapped, his voice filled with frustration and anger. "I need to see for myself that Reese is truly safe. I can't rely on empty words anymore." I nodded my head as I watched his struggle to accept the truth about the recent death of his mate, Ruth. Richard's eyes welled up with tears as he clenched his fists, desperately trying to maintain composure. As he stared at the space where Ruth had disappeared, I could see the pain and longing in his eyes. It was clear that Richard needed more than just words to find solace and peace of mind.

It is the promise I made with Ren, 2 years ago that I will be there wherever and whenever Ren needed me. Meanwhile, Richard's phone began to ring. When Richard's friend finally entered the apartment, I immediately recognized him as Cain Anderson, the stand-in CEO of Tyto Corporation. Who would've imagined that Richard and Cain were friends? Though I knew Cain, he had never seen me, so I acted like I don’t know him at all.

"I'm not one coveting someone else's mate." Calvin slowly let go of his firm grip on Richard’s shirt as his eyes widened in realization. He finally figured what Richard had been trying to say. The man had first asked when the promise made to him would be fulfilled. Then he asked if he wasn't interested in knowing who his mate was. He then proceeded to mention Charlene's name and now he was talking about coveting... "Who is your mate?" Calvin found himself asking. "Haven't you been listening?" Richard asked in a loud voice. "Charlene Hayford is my mate and my mate happens to be your girlfriend."

"Dearest Taylor, Once again, I know you're so close to finding everything out so you'll find this no problem. Now you know about my secret identity and your mother and me marrying, I know I'll soon be caught. You're so kind that I know you might allow me this, before I'm willing to give myself up I need something from you. Since that horrible night all those years ago, I always had this feeling of care towards you. Then when your mother turned up and we fell in love, it all became clear. You're like the daughter that I never had, even if that's hard for you to believe. But now I've married your mother, that makes me your step father in whatever way you look at it. I want to see both of my ch

Our hands met. The touch of his warm soft hands sent shivers down my spine, the flash of last night's memory flickered in my head and I swear I almost moaned at the feel of his hands. “The pleasure is mine,” I said. He held my hand a second longer than necessary. Just enough to make me question whether I imagined it. “Noah is the CEO of Wilson Digital and my heir, of course,” Richard said proudly. I offered a weakened smile. “That’s…truly inspiring.”

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

"You’ve been checking the West Coast market algorithms for three days, Richard. And you haven't called Ned to argue about the foundation's corporate compliance once. That means you're plotting." Richard let out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating reassuringly against my cheek. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before looking back out the window toward the dark Oakhaven trees. "I’m not plotting a revolution, Oma. I promise," he said, his tone turning quiet, relational, and deeply earnest. "It’s just... Marcus sent over the final asset inventory for the San Diego penthouse. The penthouse on the 85th floor. My old command centre."