Beep Beep Richie Novels & Stories

“I’ll go sit with her.” Serena’s voice cuts through from the back. “I don’t need you to sit with me.” Rich twists around and climbs over the console. “Oh, please. You’re sitting there all mopey. It’s pathetic. I’m here to fix it.” “I’m not mopey,” she grumbles as he drops into the seat beside her. “Sure, and I’m the Pope.” Rich pulls out his phone. “Here. Look at this cat trying to jump into a box.”

My voice was low, a bit ragged and unusual, he faked a bow letting me in, I was a bit surprised to see Romeo and his boyfriend here, "seems you have company." He grabbed me into a headlock, "how are we supposed to know that the wedded man was going to come over?" Romeo's boyfriend stood up gently reaching out for a handshake, "Hello... Mr. Ricci, I'm Gavin, Romeo has told me about you a lot, and I admire your work." I shook his hand gently, "just call me Glen, it's nice to meet you, Romeo has told me nothing about you, he's quite possessive and highly obsessed."

BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP Along with a sudden beeping, a white flash appeared out of nowhere. Zia closed her eyes to the piercing rays of light devouring the place. "Ughhh." Zia groaned as she opened her eyes to the sunlight hitting her sapphire eyes. BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP Still half awake, she struggled to reach her hand for the phone to turn off the 7 AM alarm. When she did so, she closed her eyes. After enjoying a momentary silence, she opened her eyes again. "Oh, yeah, today's the big day."

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Beep Beep “Hana, I’m sorry if I haven’t approached you lately. I’m swamped with everything right now. You know studying isn’t for me, but here I am. Please don’t be mad. I just need you to cheer me on.” Toot. Press 1. ***** Beep Beep “Finally! You answered. I have had dreadful dreams about you. Of course, I’m your number 1 cheerleader. Oppa… Fighting!” Toot. Press 1.

I turn to my left, hearing the beep of a heart monitor, I watch the zig-zag lines across the screen it makes me wonder how and when I came here. I can’t remember being here. Confused and slightly dazed, I look to my right and find Richie sleeping soundly close to my lap. His hand is on mine and he has a bandage wrapped around his chest. I lift my hand away from his and I gently rake my hand through his hair. I remember vividly, how he pushed me away and took the shot. I still can’t believe he did that, why would he risk his life to save mine? Taking my hand off his hair, Richie begins to open his eyes. He smiles at me as his blue eyes twinkle, and my name softly past his lips. "Rach." Then h

She braced herself, uncertain of what's to come. “Richie, what's wrong? What do you want now?” She shouted at him with a stern tone. Richie paced back and forth, his frustration evident in every movement. He reached for the side of the bed and took out the phone. A smirk appeared on his lips as he smashed that on the floor.

And now the desire for Rip to be the only other person Becky could trust with everything she was made my heart swell with happiness at the thought. I smiled softly as I plugged my phone into my car charger, so it could charge a little. It had died before I could listen to the voice note that Rip had sent me. As I waited for it to charge enough to turn on, I started heading toward Rip’s office, needing to see him. By the time I arrived outside his building, I was able to turn it on and was instantly blown away by what the voicenote held. “Is it recording, Daddy?” Becky asked.