Richard Osman Novels & Stories

Now, she is a whole different woman who is ready to burn bridges. Richard stood in front of me like a killing machine, black expensive coat, dark shades that hid his piercing emerald eyes. The eyes every offender saw last before seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The city buzzed, no one dared interfere with power. "If you are still confident that you will get her even this time, let's have a deal. loser hands over his shares to the other." Richard said calmly with a small annoying smile... He looked a grown up Casanova. A man ladies threw themselves at.

Jackie stared at him with her smoky eyes and got up suddenly to stand before him. "You are Mr Richard Ferdinand Rossi, second son of the fifteenth generation of the Rossi dynasty. Born to Mabel and Jeremiah Rossi, surviving heir of the Rossi inheritance and co-owner of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals, never married, no relationships that lasted more than a month, and a hopeless playboy. Shocked? I do my homework detailedly. Can you leave now?" Richard was beyond shocked; he was dumpfounded. He had never had his life read to him like a biography. She was clearly angry with him and she looked the part.

she whispered, her voice barely audible, fear and confusion tangling together. Richard stood, his movements slow and deliberate, like a man carrying a weight he’d long grown used to. He crouched beside the body, his expression unreadable as he reached for the ski mask. With a careful tug, he pulled it off, revealing a young man, maybe early thirties, with pale skin and dark hair matted with blood. His face was ordinary—sharp cheekbones, a faint scar above his eyebrow, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. A stranger. A local hitman, Pamela thought, her mind racing, her heart pounding with the realization. Eleanor sent him.

“Not yet. I only know that he works on the biggest ranch in the state and his family owns it.” “Also find more about Justin’s whole family. I have a feeling that my answer is in the family.” I tell him and go back to eating my food. Oliver is eating his food, but he’s staring at me at the same time. “I feel you staring at me. Why?” I ask him. “I don’t know. Is there something you will like to tell me?” He crosses his arms, leaning back on his seat. “Nothing you need to know for now. You will know at the right time.” I shut down the conversation.

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

Richard smirked at him. “Nice meeting you Richard.” She smiled sweetly. “If he tries to bully you, just call me. I will beat him up for you.” Richard demonstrated to be in a fight with Asher. Richard has brown wavy hair, with grey eyes. He is handsome but not like Asher's captivating look. Ivana thought in her heart. She watched the brother play and converse together. He doesn't look like the cold ruthless billionaire he portrays to be outside. She heard Richard joined the military, he was not looking forward to working at the Jackson's company.

The one percent of the one percent. As we entered the elevator, Richard’s presence loomed beside me, a comforting yet overwhelming closeness. When the doors slid open to reveal his living space, I was taken aback. The elegance of the sitting room struck me; the pristine white walls playing host to luxurious golden chairs arranged in an almost artistic disarray. A massive TV screen dominated one corner, and the cool air wafted gently, carrying the unmistakable scent of Richard; a blend of cologne and something uniquely him.

“You must come alone, very early, and no one else. If you don’t, I’ll do something terrible to the heirloom.” He hung up, savoring the control, the anticipation of what would come next. A deep, forbidding voice interrupted him. “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” Oris spun around to see Richard standing there, flanked by several police officers, their guns trained on him. Real fear finally replaced the bravado in his eyes. “Take him away,” Richard ordered coldly. THE END.

It was a dry, hollow sound that echoed off the white walls. "Is that what this is about?" Joshua stepped into the light, his shadow stretching long and thin across the floor. "You’re breaking into my office to play with dead plants? Collecting dead things is a pathetic hobby for an Alpha, Richard. It’s usually a sign of a failing mind. Or a guilty conscience." "Shut up," Richard growled. The floorboards groaned under his weight as he stalked forward. "Why do you have it? Why is a 'human surgeon' from the north carrying around the wedding flower of a dead Omega?"

The security men raise their weapons as they hear noises close to the door and they direct their gaze to Oscar, who smiles at them diabolical while his men enter after him telling them to lower their weapons because they know who he is, they know he is untouchable. Oscar my friend, the man said with his voice trembles slightly. "Leave us," Oscar exclaims to the guards of the man, who hesitate to leave, leaving their boss in the hand of Oscar and his men. He gestures to his men, who raise the man in a little rude way to sit on his seat, We are killing machines that surrender to loyalty, do you know that Richard? The black-haired man at my side has a mass muscle and he did not hesitate to foll