Novel & Cerita Miss Ricky's Reviews

Do you have a picture of the food you’ve been giving her these days? “Oh, yeah.” I reached into my bag, and my hand came into contact with my gift from Terrence. “Hey, you want some macaroons? I’ll probably just eat one, and I know you like sweets.” Ricky has taken off his gloves and is washing his hands as I open the paper bag. “Where’d you get them?” he asks, reaching out for one with a grin. However, when he takes a bite, his smile fades. He grabs the trash basket from below the counter and spits out the cookie.

~ 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.

There was something about Ricky's demeanor that set me on edge, something predatory lurking beneath the surface. Tyler rejected Ricky's offer with a shake of his head, but Ricky's attention swiftly shifted to me. I tensed instinctively as his gaze bore into mine, a shiver running down my spine. The way he licked his lips, his cracked lips making a grotesque sight, made my skin crawl. "Who's the lady?" Ricky drawled, his tone dripping with sleaze. "She your good luck charm, Tyler?" Tyler's calm demeanor immediately shifted to one of caution, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Ricky warily. I could practically see the gears turning in Tyler's mind as he weighed his options.

“Well, yes. I have been awake for a while” “Why don't you help me prepare breakfast then?” I said, pulling a cute little puppy face. "On the condition that I drop you off at work," he said, picking up an apple off the table. “Drop off?” I asked in confusion. Ricky completely ignored me and went into the kitchen. He pulled on an apron and put it on. He looked like all those Mexican chefs I saw on television , and I could not help but laugh. "I bet you have never seen a chef this attractive before." He said, striking a funny pose.

I open my eyes and find we're down to three girls. Me, Amber, and the head of the cheerleading squad. "Riele Shaman, 248 votes... "The president announces, and I gulp as I know we're about five hundred and something in school. "Eliza Rollins, five hundred and sixty-seven votes. "She says, and my heart snaps. I hear Athena cheer from the crowd, and a massive round of applause follows. Five hundred and something, is that the whole school vote? "Amber Devil, five hundred and seventy-one votes. "She announces, and silence takes up the hall. Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions.

A few strokes later, I came hard, my liquid gushing out of me. He moved down, the liquid splashing his face until I stopped spurting, then dipped his head between my legs, licking and sucking me clean. I was still trembling. He was still buried between my thighs when Dave’s voice shattered the moment. “Ricky.” He stood by the door, hands in his pockets—anger and confusion colliding on his face. “Please… I can explain—” I sobbed. He looked at me with pure disappointment. “You’re back early,” Ricky said calmly, raising a brow—clearly unafraid.

The screen went dark one final time. “I wonder what idiot was stupid enough to let that rotten escape and start killing everyone,” Ricky commented tightly. “If they were alive, I'd kill them myself, right here and right now. How fucking stupid do you have to be to take a monster you know eats human flesh, and just let it go?” he added.

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?”

He said via mind-link, not paying me any attention externally. "Didn't sleep well and that bitch Lana keeps pushing my buttons." I reply, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a sip. "Yuck! What is this?" I exclaim, barely able to swallow the bitter swill I'd just sipped. Ricky grins at me, looking more like a doofus than ever. "Green tea." He answers proudly. "The guys and I were discussing the benefits of clean eating last night as a way to improve performance. I'm giving it a shot."

I replied, my voice steady despite the fear that churned within me. Ricky’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. “She doesn’t deserve your help,” he spat, his fists clenched at his sides. I shook my head, refusing to back down. “Maybe not,” I conceded, “but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need it.” Ricky glared at me, his frustration evident in every line of his body. “She’s caused us nothing but trouble,” he growled. “Why should we show her any mercy now?”