Richard Osman Novels & Stories

Alizeh said and all four elements shimmered and left. Jamie had four guys looking at her expectantly. Richard coughed and said “ Well I suppose I better introduce everyone. I am Richard and my demon is called Amon. I will be teaching you sword fighting.” Jamie looked at Richard, he was about 6 foot 3, dirty blond hair that was ear length, pale skin and brilliant periwinkle eyes. His body was statuesque, with extremely broad shoulders, long legs and very well defined muscles Straining to get through his top. Richard notice that she was staring and quickly blushed. Richard chuckled “like what you see Princess? Well it is all yours” He said with a twinkle in his eye.

The door was opened for us by his security team, he stepped down before me and when I got down I was overwhelmed by the number of paparazzi present. “Mr. Osvaldo, when will you finally launch Corletta?”, “Sir, do you think you will ever have a collaboration with Yama's Hut?” Came questions almost immediately but Richard ignored them and took my hand instead. “Mr. Osvaldo, who is the woman you're with today?” A press person asked and he responded curtly. “My wife.” With that, he pulled me with him into the building, causing an uproar from the press. It all made sense now, he was the heir of The House of Osvaldo, no wonder that name seemed too familiar. The House of Osvaldo was one of the bigg

he told him. "Sure will." he told him happily. And with that I heard the door close. How could Alexander leave me in a situation like this? I'm gonna kill him. I heard Ozymandius walk towards his table, his boots making the perfect sound with the tiles. And he stopped, just where the note was placed. I peeked from the side, to see him reading the note. His hair was messy. The top buttons of his shirt were open, he looked tired, black circles dominated his under eyes.

I hated this motherfucker. Richard walked toward us, with skin deeply tanned by the unforgiving sun. His thick, curly black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he had extra weight around his waist. He walked up to us with a stony expression on his face. “I’m only here tonight as a courtesy. But I won’t change my mind.” He was a distributor who had the only way into the Middle Eastern countries. He had all the soldiers and the government on payroll, so it didn’t matter how war-torn the country was, he could make it happen. “And why won’t you change your mind?” Maddox asked. There was always a slightly cheerful tone to his voice, a contradiction to the seriousness on his face. It was impos

Past portraits of men in suits and landscapes framed in gold. I stopped outside the study. The door was open a crack. Warm light spilled through. I pushed it gently. Richard sat in a leather armchair, barefoot, wearing black sweatpants and a plain white shirt that clung to his body. He held a glass of scotch in one hand. A fire burned in the fireplace. He looked up slowly. And smiled. “You came.” My heart thudded. “I shouldn’t be here.” “But you are.” He stood, slow and deliberate, and walked toward me.

"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

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.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

They mostly take care of The Moon, because Richard is based there. Richard Walter Ghonee, a Mafia Boss The W. His handsome face, with a broad chest, broad shoulders, and a height of almost 190cm, is a very well-proportioned posture. Richard had light brown eyes, with small eyes like his father's, a sharp nose and sharp jaw made him look handsome, and the characteristic white spots were also visible on Richard's cheeks and nose. Richard loved tattoos, he decorated his neck, back, and hands with tattoos. But recently Anna noticed a new tattoo on one of Richard's arms that read ''Pure Soul Locked with Sweetness''. When Anna asked if there was a certain meaning for Richard about the tattoo, Rich

"Come in, Christopher." I see Richard sitting on the large sofa placed at the center of the room with a cigarette in between his fingers. he is wearing a black shirt with sleeves been rolled up. his suit jacket is lying beside him on the sofa. Richard glances at me with his usually serious face. his personality always reflects the power that he posses. his features present the image of pure dominance. no doubt that he is a handsome man.