Kickin It Ricky Weaver Novels & Stories

He did not expect Ricky to want to take it from him. Ricky was the strongest fighter in the Xenon Tournaments. He was a surefire initiate. Aiden knew of this, and was envious to no end. However, he could not show his true colors. Aiden could only muster an amicable demeanor for Ricky, “You like it? Here, you can have it!” Ricky laughed at his action. “Oh my, I do thank thee!” He happily accepted the pills.

He chuckled and caressed his head, “Such a cutie pie she is, I really love her!” Saying this he too walked away. “What the hell were you guys talking about?” Ricky asked as he glared at him, “Why do I need to tell you about my private conversation with Lucy?” Ryan was standing just around them and heard it. His ears stood up and started hearing what they were talking about Lucy. “Tell me, otherwise I will kill you for sure!” Ricky said with clenched teeth. “Hah! Are you trying to intimidate a mafia king’s son? For real? Are you in your right mind?”

“And I like brides who bite.” “I only bite when someone puts his finger too close.” “Make a note of that, Ricky.” Ricky squeezed my waist lightly, just enough to remind me that this was his family. His night. His stage. I took a breath and put on the face I usually wore when men explained Latin American politics to me after reading two Bloomberg articles. Rhysand tilted his head. “Twenty-two, right?” I glanced at Ricky. He looked like he wanted to sink through the wooden floor.

He licked the corner of his mouth, savoring the moment, before clapping his hands together. "Alright then, let’s keep going." Dean’s heart lurched painfully, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He had no idea what Ricky planned next, but he knew—whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. Ricky stood slowly from the chair, his movements deliberate and slow, as if savoring every moment of the fear in the room. He spoke with a chilling calmness. “The ten shots and one hundred strikes were too gentle. Now, let’s turn up the excitement.”

“I see. TEMPORARY girlfriend, right? Okay.” “Dude, I’m trying to impress her okay? Just help me this once and I’ll treat you to ramen later.” Ricky narrowed his eyes before heaving a long tired sigh. “Alright, whatever.” “Awesome, dude! I’ll see you later then.” Ricky and Taylor exchanged farewells before Ricky hung up the call. Then, his eyes wandered to the fruit section to see any more sales that he could bulldoze through. These are one of those times Ricky was glad to have a bulky and tall figure given how proficient he is in being a quarterback. If there are those Karens out there who wanted to clash their strength with him, then they’re welcomed to do so.

We have a problem. I drag myself outside and call my best friend, Ricky. I know him, he’s still awake. he always stays up late into the night working on his advocacy group. I love how committed Ricky is to the cause, but sometimes I worry about him overworking himself. “Hey, Ray!” Ricky's cheery voice rings through the receiver. His positivity always brings a smile to my face. “How are you?”

"Ricky's boyfriend, Devin was a dancer too, but he retired early to become a model. I'm friends with both of them but I'm closer to Ricky", I started to explain but I made sure that I didn't say anything about my papa. "That's good to know", Aleksander leaned over the table and crossed his arms. "You never talk about your friends", He added. "Neither do you", I tossed back before I could stop myself.

"Ricky's boyfriend, Devin was a dancer too, but he retired early to become a model. I'm friends with both of them but I'm closer to Ricky," I started to explain but I made sure that I didn't say anything about my papa. "That's good to know," Andrey Volkov leaned over the table and crossed his arms. The movement was quiet but powerful. "You never talk about your friends," he added. "Neither do you," I tossed back before I could stop myself.

~ Please, ANYONE, notice me! ~ Is it just me or is Arian growing his badass hair?? ~ Who cares?! I can't stop drooling! ~ Ricky's shoes are the most trendy! That pair costs about 36,000 USD last weekend!! ~ I don't care which one! Jus a single night... *** Ricky Winterfield wore a lazy smirk as he waltzed with his best friends within the fanatic chaos at the hallway, to the admin building. He was pleased with resumption. The foxy playboy needed things....pretty, little playthings....to get his mind off his shitty life.

"What are we celebrating?" Ricky threw his head back, laughing like a man who didn't understand what was coming. "We whooped that Connolly douche's ass," he crowed, his voice too loud now that the room had quieted. "You should've seen his face. That pussy went down and didn't get back up again."