Novel & Cerita Author Richard Matheson

“I don’t mind. I have nothing else to do while we wait for your king to return, so I may as well make myself useful.” Ethan’s eyebrows raise, then he shakes his head. “No. I appreciate what you did for Ryan, but I don’t want you alone with Blake.” He gives me an assessing look. “If you truly want a way to pass the time, I may have an idea.” “What is it?” “Our cook, Mrs. McDonald, is always complaining that she needs help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” *** The past week, a restless energy has been growing within the castle. The Wolves are angry about the attack against Ryan, but there’s more to it than that. It feels like the days before a big storm where the air is close and humid.

Could he have probably seen him before? "Have we met before? You look quite familiar."Richie questioned. "I'm afraid not. I apologize about cancelling our meeting urgently yesterday, something important came up" "It's not a problem. We can familiarize ourselves now. I'm Richie Winston". Richie said extending his hands out to his client for a handshake. His client had taken his hand as a widr smile spread acriss his face. "And I'm Luxander Dextro Mathew, CEO of KTF. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir" ***

if ever there was a competition for best posh British accent, it would go to Richard Webber, he oozed pomp and circumstance as though he was the king or something, but he was also modest, there was something about him that said behind closed doors he was a typical Wolf, Amber and Stacy made the top step as Dominic replied, “It was good, thank you, may I introduce the Betas of Riverside Stacy and Amber,” Amber performed her best curtsy while Stacy simply nodded, Richard could tell instantly that Stacy was a dominant Wolf and Amber was not, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance ladies,” Richard said kissing the back of each of their hands, “May I introduce my Mate, Juliette,” the woman to Rich

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

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.”

The photo they showed was of Vice on his morning run, and he looked f-king sexy, all sweaty, and not at all withdrawn though they had tried to alter the colour of the picture to imply it. “I knew that if B1 and B2 were here, you would come with them.” Mirage froze. She felt as if someone had run an ice cube along her spine. Her heart was a hard, insistent beat against her ribcage. “What are you doing here, Richard?” Mr Rich had seen better days, she thought. She could smell the alcohol on him, and sour body odour. His clothing had been slept in at least once, and his cheeks wore a week’s worth of stubble.

"Damien Voss. I was wondering if you'd actually show." I turned to see a man approaching - mid-fifties, silver hair, expensive suit, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Something about him made my skin crawl. "Richard." Damien's tone was polite but cold. I wouldn't miss the Hartwell Foundation gala. You know how much I value charitable giving. "Of course." Richard's eyes slid to me, assessing in a way that made me want to step closer to Damien. And who is this lovely creature? "Elena Torres," I said before Damien could answer, extending my hand with more confidence than I felt. It's a pleasure to meet you.

he had murmured with that wicked smile, his ice-blue eyes promising more trouble. Now he stood at the wheel of the family’s sleek twenty-foot pontoon boat, engine idling low. He looked every inch the experienced outdoorsman — faded blue polo stretched across his broad chest, khaki shorts, salt-and-pepper hair tousled by the breeze, and those piercing eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. But Maya knew what lay beneath the calm exterior. The thick white cock that had stretched her so perfectly just hours ago. The fingers that had made her squirt in the shower. The voice that had called her “baby girl” while flooding her married pussy. “Ready for a fishing lesson?” Richard asked, voice carry

"Put the tablet away, I can't talk business with an empty stomach." Richard turned back to me, his lips stretched out into a smile as the grey suited man stood up and gave a courtesy. "This is Noah," Richard introduced, with a proud smile. "He's the voice of reason in my chaotic life. He's also the reason I ever make it meetings on time." Noah shot him a sidelong glance before turning to me, his hand stretched out. "Miss Morris, it's a pleasure." "The pleasure is mine." I replied. Richard slipped into his chair, motioning for me to sit across from him. "You'll have to excuse him. He's all business and no fun. I sometimes worry he dreams are filled with spreadsheets and proposals."

It was like everything now was Richard, Richard , Richard. Gosh!! I rolled my eyes privately, leaving my suitcase by the stairs as I walked down the long, intimidating hallway. The walls were lined with expensive paintings and glass cases displaying vintage sports trophies. Richard Calloway was a legendary former athlete turned real-estate mogul, a ruthless billionaire who kept his personal life completely locked away from the media. I didn't know much about him other than what my mother told me, which was always wrapped in layers of absolute reverence. The kitchen opened up into a massive, state-of-the-art space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private pool. It was completely emp