Negan X Rick Novels & Stories

using only one word responses will get on his nerves but I’m hoping he has enough brains to understand that it’s easier to not get detected. “ it doesn’t look like he’s going to change course at all you have been walking in the same direction for about 3 hours now.” I heard Ryan say “ hey char, maybe you can kick one of those rocks and hit him in the back of the head” Creed laughed “ Will you both shut up!? This isn’t time to play games” Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him.

Of silence after they were taken away. “Where,” I said. “Africa, Syria,” Rick said. “Ukraine. Anywhere that eats men faster than you can dress them in uniforms.” Elky stared at him. “Who’s running it.” Rick shook his head. “I never met him. I only heard a name.” “What name.” Rick looked at me again, and for a moment I saw something in his eyes that might have been regret. But it probably wasn’t. “John Smirnoff,” he said. “Or something close enough.”

I said, smiling wickedly. "I'm going to kill you!" Lina assured through gritted teeth, making my smile even wider. "Did you miss me, little project?" I asked sarcastically. "You wretch," Nicollas cursed, and Rick had the courtesy to punch him in the face before he could finish his insults. The supreme staggered backward and held onto the wall. "You filthy lapdog!" Rick spat near Nicollas. "Clean your mouth before..." "You lackey!" Nicollas responded defiantly, and Rick kicked his face, causing him to roll until he hit the couch. I noticed his movements were slow. This was getting even better.

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

The trio stared at him in shock. "What! That Neanderthal she almost married would never…" "Shut up! Just shut up right now!" Maggie was livid. "I swear I will never tell you anything ever again!" "Yeah, Mags, is this going the way you imagined?" Michael asked, stifling a smile. "Fuck off!" she said, retreating to the kitchen. "Ben, come give me a hand." Michael knew she'd find a way to force him to face Nate. He knew that Nate, and everyone else at Murphy, Rannigan, had been in a bind when he'd unceremoniously pulled the rug out from under them a few years back.

I stepped closer, trying to see what she was seeing. Nix was focused on Rick. Look at his skin. He is sweating, he’s pale, but his eyes are focused. His hand… She trailed off. He’s clutching at his neck. Megan tensed beside me. “What happened first, Rick?” He turned his haunted eyes back to us. “What?” Megan sighed as she crept closer. “What came first? You working with Vince? Or Abby getting branded?” “Does it matter?” He slammed back against the wall and dropped to his ass. “It changes nothing.”

I keep my eyes on the road ahead, fingers loosely folded in my lap, while Xavier drives like he always does—controlled, precise, and annoyingly calm. “So,” I say after a while, just to break the silence. “Do all your family dinners end in physical combat, or was that just a special performance for me?” His lips twitch slightly. “That was unusually dramatic,” he says. “Unusually?” I glance at him. “That’s concerning.” “It’s Kendrick,” he replies. “He tends to… escalate.” “That’s one way to put it,” I mutter. Silence settles again, lighter this time. Then suddenly—

“Nathan… whatever happened between us before—whatever bullshit we’ve been carrying around—it’s over. It should be.” He raised an eyebrow. “That so?” “There’s no time left for family drama,” I said quietly. “No grudges. No competition. None of it matters if Natalie doesn’t come back.” The smirk faded from his face. He studied me for a long second, then nodded. “Truce,” he said simply. “For real this time.” “For real.” He shifted slightly on the bed. “Have you talked to Rick?” I swallowed. “Yeah. He’s in the next room. Pretty messed up, but alive. That’s the miracle.”

"She's coming in blind. And Rick will be ready." "Yes," Nathan confirms. "Which is why we have twelve hours to do the impossible. Free the prisoners. Disable the dampeners. Find a way to stop Rick before he stops us. And do it all while you're weak and powerless and supposedly dead." He meets my eyes. "Still think you're not scared of anything?" Before I can answer, the door opens. Rick walks in. Not in five minutes. Not in four. Now. He stops when he sees me. Standing beside the open body drawer. Very much alive.

“Ohh Let me guess… You must be the famous Lelanna Vanderwood? we’ve heard so much about! The irritating little Nat that just won’t learn to fuck off” "YOU WILL NOT ADDRESS HER YOU FUCKING TRAITOR” Layton shouted as his voice rumbled through his chest with a growl. Rick laughed menacingly as he took a step forward… way too fucking arrogant! "Oh, I’ll address her, and I’ll make sure she dies the slowest, most painful death while I rip into that pretty little neck of hers" The rest of his pathetic family laughed, which just made me feel nauseated but fucking pissed. “Oh please!” I looked at him unphased “I’d love to see you try! You’re no different to all the other dirty rogues I’ve killed, you