Richard Gere Novels & Stories

he explained, his eyes scanning the vibrant scene around him. "It's nice having you back here, sir," Rich remarked, wiping down the counter. Gerard laughed. "I guess you could say that. Still the same old single Gerard," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. Rich nodded knowingly. "Great. Then I think you're in for the old treat, right?" he teased. Gerard grinned. "Umm, I guess it's been a while. There's no harm in trying," he said, his adventurous spirit awakening.

his father asked mildly, dabbing at his mouth with a hand towel. “Why did you involve someone as risky as Richard?” Gideon shot back, voice rising. He slammed the empty glass onto the stand, the sound shattering the composed silence of the room. “I’ve done business with him. Fuck, you practically sold me off to him when I was barely twenty-one—” “I know you may hate him,” Gregor interrupted smoothly, raising a hand, “but Richard is reliable.”

"Dearest Taylor, Once again, I know you're so close to finding everything out so you'll find this no problem. Now you know about my secret identity and your mother and me marrying, I know I'll soon be caught. You're so kind that I know you might allow me this, before I'm willing to give myself up I need something from you. Since that horrible night all those years ago, I always had this feeling of care towards you. Then when your mother turned up and we fell in love, it all became clear. You're like the daughter that I never had, even if that's hard for you to believe. But now I've married your mother, that makes me your step father in whatever way you look at it. I want to see both of my ch

I retorted sharply. “That’s where you lose,” Gerald said calmly. I glared at him. “You refuse to know who Richard really is,” he continued, “and why he can’t help you, even if he wanted to.” I chuckled. “So, you think you can stop him?” Gerald’s gaze hardened. “You really don’t know, do you?” “Know what?” I asked. He sank back in his chair, studied me for a long moment, then said, “Richard is a prowler.”

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his earlier actions. Richard smacked him with his walking cane, furious at his words. "If you really like Gigi, you should hurry up and marry her! It'll be too late for regret when someone else snaps her up!" Giselle didn't hear Jonathan's response. She knocked on the door and interrupted the conversation. "Hi, Grandpa." "You're here, Gigi." Richard's angry scowl immediately turned into a bright smile when he saw her. He beckoned at her to come closer.

As Gerald revealed this piece of information, he lowered his head. He felt guilty about exposing their relationship to outsiders now that it had caused a problem, and he totally forgot his anger towards the relationship Bella had with him. “Go on,” Richard urged. At this command, Gerald continued to recount the entire conversation he had with Debby on that day. And the more Richard listened, the more rage burned within him. He was so mad that he could barely contain himself. After Gerald finished speaking, Richard used the napkin to wipe the corner of his lips clean. He finished his drink and then rose to his feet which startled Gerald.

Preston pushed Gere away with a displeased look. Although Preston was only 16 years old, he was 1.8 meters tall and looked like a giant in front of Gere. Gere was caught off guard. He lost his balance and fell right on top of a pile of dog poop. “Damn it!” Gere shouted angrily and jumped up from the ground. Gere stared at Preston angrily. Although he felt that the other person looked familiar, he was so angry that he could not care less. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Father Richard will be in the box in five minutes. Don’t dawdle, dear. We’ve a rota to keep.” “Of course.” Hera watched the tall, buffy and masculine figure of Father Richard cross the nave from the vestry, his cassock rustling softly, the sound almost lost in the great space. He didn’t wear the heavy, medieval beard or the stern expression one might associate with the role. He was only thirty-two, perhaps ten years older than Hera herself, and his features were gentle, almost scholarly despite himself - one large muscular giant. His fair dark was always neatly combed, and his eyes, a clear, intelligent black, seemed perpetually fixed on something beyond the horizon—or perhaps, something be

Chapter 7 Richard had just arrived that day from Singapore. The girl was immediately the one he wanted to go to. He wanted to surprise her in her apartment. Richard Petter is a black American. He went to the Pines to invest in a business. He is a gasoline investor. He has been living in the Pines for five years and wants to get married here.

“I'm pretty sure it's Henrietta. Richard is the one giving Charlene a hard time.” “None of them. I'm just tired.” He closed his eyes for a second and opened them, he gazed at Devyn steadily. “Holy shit! Jeremy, did you notice something?” He began as if he had something important to talk about however Richard knew he was going to prattle about nonsense. Jeremy sat purposely and focused his gaze on him, ready to listen to whatever he had to say. “Like what?” “Only Richard is blessed with two hot women. Back then it was Henrietta and now it's Charlene, to be honest Charlene is alluring. Maybe you didn't notice but I did.” He prattled.