Richard Adams Novels & Stories

"Don't, don't go ......" the man being held down by Emma Richard finally spoke, he raised his hands above his head, a surrender pose, "Miss Emma Richard, you should know me, my name is Adams Harrah ......" Why does the name Adams Harrah sound so familiar? Judi Dench is still thinking about who Adams Harrah is, Emma Richard has already reacted and knows who Adams Harrah is. Now, Emma Richard could not wait to swing the knife straight down. "How dare you come to me?" Emma Richard's hand was so hard that there was blood flowing down from Adams Harrah's neck,

I know most people brush their teeth first but whatever, it's my life and I'll do what I want first. After I finished, I wore my fluffy robe again and walked out of the bathroom. When I stepped out, I found Adam working out on the ground I the room. He could easily afford a gym membership form but he wouldn't go to a gym no matter how much I advised him to. He managed to convert half the room to a gym. He was doing push ups but stopped when I got out the bathroom. He watched me dry my body, a habit I was used to him doing by now.

That would be a big plus for me. "Come in." I said. "Well? Spit it out." I said. "I still don't know where Mr Adams lives but..." Richard said. "But what?! Go straight to the point!" I yelled. "Calm down Dave." Hilton said. I took a deep breath. "Okay, let's hear you out." Hilton said. "Thank you sir." Richard replied to Hilton. "I have some information about his daughter. She is his only child and also works under one of your companies. Her name is bella and she is twenty three years old." Richard said.

"Are you sure everything is fine?" "Absolutely. "Everything is fine," I said, nudging her. "Let us catch up outside then." I agreed. On our way outside, we saw Alpha Adonis' friend, Fred, walking towards us. He was tall and skinny, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He carried a lead guitar and wore jeans and a black turtleneck shirt. Oh, how I admired men with musical abilities. The attractiveness increased a thousandfold, and while my feelings for the alpha's friend were far from romantic, I would love to hear him sing. It made me wonder if Alpha Adonis had vocal abilities.

Richard Adam was sloppy. That was what finally did him in. Not the suspicious timing of David’s press pivots or the briefing inconsistencies Amelia had flagged weeks ago. It was the dumb arrogance of thinking no one was watching, that he could poke around the internal draft files for talking points about the forestry subsidies vote and not leave a fingerprint. But we were watching. Nathan and I had set that trap days ago, a fake document with just enough flavor to be tempting. And Adam took the bait.

Richard glanced at Adain and returned his gaze to the people chatting and laughing. “Well, I'm bored and thought of finding a chat buddy” Adain sat beside him and sighed. He’s missing Adan already, that's his best friend from heaven, the scene of him collapsing like a cat kept playing in his head. Adan didn't deserve that, he wished to take away his pain. Richard glanced at Adain who was lost in thought “Someone will take over him soon, and it will be fun” he said. Adain glanced at him and chuckled. “ Why am I not surprised you knew a lot? Didn't you live in an orphanage?”

I couldn’t wait for Richard to walk through that door. But he didn’t. 10 a.m. came and went. No sign of him. I checked my phone. Nothing. I called. Straight to voicemail. Weird, but maybe he was in a meeting. By 1 p.m., I started to feel something shift inside me—something cold, almost metallic. The same way you feel just before a storm. I called again. This time, his phone was switched off. Panic bubbled in my chest. I called home, hoping he had just overslept or was maybe feeling unwell. Mr. Adams picked up on the second ring. His voice was calm, the usual older man politeness in his tone.

They were both being silly teenagers she guessed, he’s hot and popular with a mysterious personality, it was quite normal for someone like her that enjoyed peace and silence to be caught in a trance by his demeanor, wasn’t it? The night went by in ease at the Stevens’ villa, Richard and Laura did not mention Jeremy’s visit to the company much less his request for help and the proceedings thereafter. Instead they decided among themselves to sit back and observe the results of the truth being told to him by his own sister and awaited his step forth. In the business circle the kind of man Thomas Adams was had long been known, while some ignored and others simply did not believe, the Stevens cou