Author Richard Matheson Novels & Stories

She nodded then leaned against the window more thoughts flooding in and before she knew it she was already fast asleep. ******* Richard had spent the entire day in his study trying to arrange his life, well, trying to calculate his next move like he had always done in the past. Where was the issue why wasnt he being nominated fairly by the board or even by the people. He had been minister for a whole five years and he sure did deserve a raise didnt he? As more and more thoughts flooded in a call came in and he hoped Lucas had good news "Goodnews and goodnews only." "Sir, A.S.3."

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

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

They mostly take care of The Moon, because Richard is based there. Richard Walter Ghonee, a Mafia Boss The W. His handsome face, with a broad chest, broad shoulders, and a height of almost 190cm, is a very well-proportioned posture. Richard had light brown eyes, with small eyes like his father's, a sharp nose and sharp jaw made him look handsome, and the characteristic white spots were also visible on Richard's cheeks and nose. Richard loved tattoos, he decorated his neck, back, and hands with tattoos. But recently Anna noticed a new tattoo on one of Richard's arms that read ''Pure Soul Locked with Sweetness''. When Anna asked if there was a certain meaning for Richard about the tattoo, Rich

he said. Rachel froze. “And now,” he added, eyes sharpening, “Dominic Morello’s wife. Did I stutter?” The air left her lungs. How did this stranger know that? Who was he? He extended his hand politely. “Richard,” he said. “I work for Bryce. His assistant. Do you remember me now?” Everything inside Rachel turned to ice. She tried to stand but her body refused. Richard noticed. “You didn’t come here with me willingly, did you?” he asked quietly.

he said quietly, and then, as if to reassure her, he added, “We’ll handle this.” Naomi didn’t say anything at first. She just nodded, a rush of emotion flooding her chest. She couldn’t let herself fall apart. Not now. Not when Damian needed her more than ever. The door opened, and Richard walked in, his presence as commanding as always. He was the embodiment of power, his sharp features twisted into a smug grin as he stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking with Damian’s. “Well, well, Damian,” Richard said, his tone dripping with mockery. “It’s been a while.”

Fuller glances at me when I enter before he turns his attention back to the file he was reading, “Richard agreed to make your movie. Starting Monday.” Richard Hanson. THE director in the movie business. They say that he has got the golden finger -- any script he touches turns into dollars. “How is Mom doing?” I ignore his generous offer to buy my freedom, and that irritates him. He finally looks up from his file, glaring at me with his eyes narrowed dangerously. He is not used to me being like this. I mean, to be fair, he never really used the word “blood vessel”. “She is resting, in her room,” Mr. Fuller says with his stone-cold tone, “you don’t want to disturb her.”

Matthew’s POV The conference room was warm, not because of the sunlight that streamed through the wide glass windows, but because the man sitting across from me made my blood boil. His name was Richard Vaughn, CEO of Evercrest Logistics, a middle-aged, overweight man with a gleaming bald head and an oily smile that never seemed to leave his face. He drummed his fingers on the mahogany table while speaking in his clipped, pompous tone as if every word out of his mouth should be carved in stone.

Cole didn’t react, but I saw his fingers flex slightly at his side. Richard’s eyes flicked to me, his expression softening just enough to be convincing. "Emily." I crossed my arms. "What do you want?" He sighed, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. "Mateo is getting impatient. He wants you back." "Not happening," Cole said before I could. His voice was sharp, absolute. Richard turned to him, his expression unreadable. "Mateo doesn’t take no for an answer." Cole let out a low laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Then he’s about to learn what a mistake that is."