Lackadaisy Rocky Rickaby Novels & Stories

Smiling instead of trembling. Ivanka stepped closer to the shade and I could hear Cayden emit a low rumbling growl. But Ivanka stopped a kind distance away, obviously not wanting to test him. She gazed at us with a confidence that I had to marvel at it. She was really acting out the evilness. Suddenly, she spread her arms apart in her melodrama. “Welcome to RockyHill Pack.” She said loudly and smiled. The rain increased its weight of descent, but she and her men still didn’t mind it.

~THIRD PERSON POV~ "WHO ARE YOU?" Harry was shocked while watching Rocky point out his gun at them through the outside window. Rocky always keeps the spare weapon. He left over the snipper on the rooftop and now targeted Victoria and her family with his small gun while pulling it from his pocket. In the meantime, Merry got out of the car while hitting Rocky with the door on his head. "Fuck!" When Rocky groaned while grabbing Merry jumped in the air with the support of the door while kicking her leg on his chest.

Fuck me " Robyn please tell me this bitch is done after she gets this ass beating" Robyn smirked at me " Of course after Abby is done her ass is mine just figured I would let my bestie get her anger out before I blow out the bitches knee" This is why she never should have gotten a gun

Even though he was now wearing sneakers, he stunk like the same cologne. “Don’t forget to get this batch moving immediately,” Rodney told Rocky. “The boss needs a cash infusion soon for a new development.” “What development?” Rocky asked as he closed another baggie of the drug. “It’s nothing you need to know about,” Rodney snapped. “But watch out for a girl named Daisy Wilson.” “Isn’t she that hot chick engaged to Victor Klein?” Rocky asked. “I saw her once and wouldn't mind getting her alone for a while where nobody could hear her scream.”

He tripped more than once, but refused to stay down, crawling up each time to chase after her. Raina turned to Leif and said, “Mr. Vexley, please wait a moment.” Leif didn’t respond, but he didn’t leave either, a silent agreement. Rocky finally reached them. His legs trembled, having gone numb from kneeling so long. Forcing himself to run this far had pushed him to the limit. Breathing hard, his face turned pale then red, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. But now that he’d caught up to her, he suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous. Rocky is a chronic playboy. He once took over when I was in school, and I ended up in my psychology lecturer's bed. Thankfully, I was able to fight him off before anything could happen. Rocky is very confident and loves fashion. He enjoys spoiling women, and there's no woman in the world Rocky can't charm. He's always eager to get laid, but I do my best to keep him in check. Midnight is the one I love the most. I'm glad he appears the most. He is peaceful and quiet, allowing me to be my normal self and carry out my daily activities undisturbed. The only issue with Midnight is that he hates alcohol.

And Danny is following us in silence. "There's nothing of yours in this house, jackass. Everything you owned is in the backyard," Rocky says and when I turn to look at him, he lets out a pleased smirk , "And all of it is carbonized at this point, so just get the fuck out already and don't come back.“ My fists clench with the need to break his fucking jaw because I don't doubt what he's saying. Both Hope and Rocky are impulsive, crazy motherfuckers. I don't doubt all my shit is burned out there.

Baby Robbie's eyes lit up as he grabbed a loudspeaker, calling out at the top of his voice like a street performer. "Look over here. We’re having a clearance sale for our rough stones today. Seize the opportunity and grab the best deals for these rare rough stones.” Soon, a group of people gathered around and started asking with great interest, “What’s the clearance price for them?” Baby Robbie said, "These inferior rough stones will cost 400,000 per piece. There are only 60 pieces, so there will be no more once they’re all sold out.” "400,000? That’s much cheaper than usual."

Rocky said with a friendly smile, slowly pulling out a phone from his pocket. He dialed a number, and waited for several seconds before the call connected. “Hello, Mr. Lester? This is 'Loud Rock' Rocky. Percy introduced us before—maybe you remember? I have something interesting to tell you. It seems someone’s paid me to kidnap Ms. York and kill you! Isn’t that amusing?”

"There's a saying in Mandoria, 'A newborn calf isn't scared of tigers.' Mrs. Gibson, green and unseasoned, stepped right up." He went on and on, basically suggesting that the clueless Madeline was playing with a priceless painting like it was a toy, all because the Gibson family had money to burn. Rocky's heart ached for the painting, but his hands were tied by his promise, leaving him no choice but to let Madeline take a crack at restoring it. By the time he finished, he had cast Madeline as a wealthy, spoiled girl who treated precious artifacts like playthings. The buzz had already started in Yash's live stream, but Rocky's calculated moves pulled in a tidal wave of viewers.