Berserk Rickert Novels & Stories

Rick's attack was so swift, they really did not see it coming. Rick was as calm as could be. He had not even broken a sweat. He yelled out "Team Two! Move in and attack!" As the second team approached him, Rick used a combination of his kick and his fist to down them all within just a few seconds. The bystanders were in awe. How could one so young be so powerful? And to use so few moves to put down so many at once! Rick called out 'Team Three! Move into position!"

"Now, tell your damn dog to get the hell away from Karl." Kree lifted his head to stare at the man. :This ruffian's name is Derek, although most people still refer to him as Fat Boy,: Kree sent to Rhychard. It pays to have a mind-reading coshey on your side. :He is the one Bertram Leary uses to do his killing for him now that Tattoo has been killed. Apparently, he took over for Buttercup's pimp. And he is not afraid of us, it seems.: :He will be, although I should let Karl rot for trying to give Buttercup to this piece of shit.:

It wasn’t what I expected but I can handle it. I was brought back from my trance by a smack on my back. “What the fuck!” I hissed out massaging the spot. “You’re too violent.” I threw her a glare. “I can never surpass you. What are you thinking exactly? How could you marry someone you don’t know.” “I know him. Ryker Oscar, a notorious biker who is arrogant and full of himself.” I said with a roll of an eye. And as if he knew we were talking about him, the door to the room was pushed open and the devil himself walked in.

Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.

“Since the inspectors of Country H can’t keep you in check, I’ll be responsible and bring justice to you!” “Take him down, boys!” Rick bore a hateful expression. His lackeys were all Taekwondo blackbelts. Together with Cam’s men, there were more than twenty strong fighters present. Taking Harvey down wouldn’t be difficult at all. Ring! Rick’s phone suddenly rang, as though it was a reminder of his death. Rick’s face twisted in displeasure, but he had to pick up the call. Right after he finished the call, his expression worsened significantly.

Soon she felt a firm material right above her ankle. She snapped open her eyes and saw him clasping that dagger sheath at her crus. She didn't know what he was trying to do but better knew than defying him. After clasping the sheath securely Ryker tucked the dagger in it. The dagger has in his name with his date of birth carved on it as: Ryker Verlice 28.09.1994

He really tried not to think of how she had been sucking and biting his nipples few minutes ago. "And you didn't think to tell me since but allowed us to... On my God, did you plan this? Was this the butter up you decided to do before delivering the bad news? Did you assume that an orgasm would make this go away?" What the actual fuck? Ricky stood, flexing and twitching his fingers in anger. "Whoa, your faith in me is stunning." He muttered sarcastically, standing up. He had discarded the ruined shirt on the seat and was currently wearing a vest that showed off his rippling muscles.