Richard Adams Novels & Stories

Everly comments. “Yes it does. Shit look at this. It is a marriage certificate to Regina’s first husband.” Lance points out. David Trendle, I know that name. He was the son of a business partner of dads. He also went to school with us. I heard he had married after his first wife had disappeared. To this day, her family still hasn’t found or heard anything from her.

“As VP, I need to see him.” “I’m sorry, Rip,” Adams says. “Not yet.” Suspicion flashes across Ripper’s face. “What are you hiding?” “I’m hiding nothing,” Adams replies evenly. “I’m following procedure.” “What procedure?” Ripper’s voice sharpens. Adams pauses. Then continue,“His old lady sees him first.” The room goes dead silent. “What?” I step forward. “What old lady? The president isn’t married.” Adams exhales slowly.“He got married yesterday,”

My name is Mia Moss, and I've been in love with the Adams Carter for awhile. My mum worked as a maid for him and had been working there for over two years. When I go over to the his house, I would catch Adams staring silently at me. Adams was thirty years old and he was the CEO of a top rising car company. He barely ever said a word. But when he spoke, he never dared repeated his words. At first, I thought I disgusted him because I couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face. Other times, I thought I had a terrible body odour. I found myself changing my soaps and perfumes.

the professor said before finally leaving the room. As Mr. Adams stood next to me, I couldn't help but be taken aback by his sudden action of pulling down his hoodie. It revealed a face that was practically carved by the gods themselves, leaving me completely stunned. His features were strong and chiseled, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to hold a mysterious spark. It was as if he had stepped out of a Max Steel movie, resembling the actor Ben Winchell, who played the heroic protagonist.

It was only when Adrian and his wife Jane decided to return to Z-City did Richard resign and came to join them working as a consultant in general medicine at the Hudson's hospital. "My son," Adrian called, standing at the penultimate stair and beaming with a megawatt smile. His hands in his pants pocket and he glared at his beautiful wife and son. Adrian Delmark is a 52 years old man with a huge physique. He had a mix of gray and black hair on his head but looked strong and fitted like a man who had at a time been a great sportsman. He has twinkling eyes and faint dimples when he smiles. He grew beards and his pointed nose complimented his grey hooded eye set.

Thus to distract himself he strode to his mini bar and made himself a drink. His thoughts took him back to the memories of past month when he stepped in this hometown of his parents. Adam Richardson was successful Businessman, have taken the reins of Richardson’s business at the tender age of 19. In those 11 years of life he had taken Richardson’s business to the new heights where no one will think to follow even. It was his sheer hard work and dedication that had brought him this up in the ladder of success. In this span of time he only frequently visited the town. But today he was returning after good 4 years...that too for some business deal...

Christopher Adams already signing some books and at the look of the queue in front of him, Amanda could tell he was almost done. She moved quietly over to Wright Junior’s side “I’m so sorry I’m late.” She whispered er apology so just him could hear her.. “What happened?” He ask with a straight face fixed on Mr. Adams, avoiding to look at her “I was—“ She then was interrupted by Mr. Adams who called for Wright Junior’s attention. Mr. Adams was done with his book signing and Amanda could hear him thank Junior for all the work and that he had to leave immediately because he had an appointment to keep.

Dalton said once he was done informing Sarah to meet him in his office later. I followed him back to the room to find Jeremy and Rowan inspecting the window sills. “Did you find something amiss?” Dalton questioned them. They both looked up in our direction as we entered the room. “It was Marcus. He wasn’t dead. He escaped through the window.” Rowan disclosed.

Adams, opened the door and greeted them with a warm smile. "Leah! Hello, gentleman! Come in, come in," Mrs. Adams greeted them, ushering them in. They stepped inside, the inviting smell of home-cooked food wafting through the air. Richard took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Adams," he said, bowing slightly. Leah led Richard into the living room where Mariam was sitting with her iPad. She put it down and stood up, extending her hand. "Good to see you, Richard. You honored our invitation. That's so good of you!"

"Yes, you are. Three days, Amelia. You've barely looked at me." "I've been busy with the showcase…" "Don't lie to me. We need to talk about what happened." "There's nothing to talk about. It was a mistake. Let's just forget it happened." "A mistake." His jaw clenched. "Is that really what you think?" "Yes." "You're lying again. Your mouth…" "Mr. Adams!" A booming voice interrupted. An older man with silver hair and an expensive suit approached, hand extended. "Richard Whitmore. I've been hoping to meet you."