Richard Osman Novels & Stories

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

"But I'm taking him with me." Richard smiled, the kind that irritated my wolf. "If you don't understand..." His voice dropped lower. "You can't take him." The threat was obvious. I met his gaze directly. "Then tell me what you want." Finally, the masks came off. Richard relaxed visibly, like a wolf who had finally guided his prey exactly where he wanted. "What I want is simple." He spread his hands. "Unlike your father, Patrick, I don't dream beyond my reach." His eyes gleamed. "When you inherit the Osborne family fortune, help me become Asterfell's number one enterprise."

Sharmaine spoke up. Osmund also does not intend to keep this man, Richard is like a ticking time bomb, he can get everyone here in trouble at any time. "Are you sure you want this man?" Osmund spoke up, he did not want Sharmaine to be in danger, now Sharmaine is not alone, she has her family and children. "I'm a vampire, my strength exists on par with Nanami Vincent's, she always wants to kill me, if I had Richard, I'd have an extra piece of safety."

His hair was thinning and from where I was standing by the door, he was wearing a navy blue button up. He gave me a brief assessing look over the rims of his glasses before looking back down at the pile of papers that were scattered on his desk. “It’s not every year we get a female fighter as a winner.” He mused aloud as he continued fussing over his papers. Judging from the expensive looking watch on his wrist, I took an educated guess and assumed he was someone important. Better not piss him off then, Case. “I’m Richard. I run this place.” He introduced himself, giving his papers a quick once-over before finally taking off his glasses, folding it up and setting it on top of his desk.

Ashford name carved deep. Damien walked alone into the cemetery. I watched from the car. Torres and her team surrounding us. Weapons ready. Waiting. Richard appeared from behind Marcus's headstone. No backup visible. No weapons drawn. Just him. Standing. Waiting. "You came," Richard called out. "I thought perhaps you would send someone. Hire your own killer. But no—here you are. The hero. The protector. The fool." "We agreed. Single combat. Keep your word." "My word." Richard laughed. "My word means nothing. It never did. You should know that by now."

Sarah said sarcastically. Was this lady mad and deliberately courting death? Which part of her eyes saw Richard as ugly? If only she knew that she was speaking to Richard Wilson, the world's most ruthless, powerful and business tycoon, perhaps, she wouldn't dare to be this careless. Again, Richard's lips curved into a wry smile as he seized Sarah up and stroked the rim of his cowboy hat before calmly saying,

replied Rodulf to him. They sipped their coffee first then Richard open up first. “Ahm, Mr. Vanlimz, I’m calling you here because I wanna say something private life that connected to me now” said Richard to him. “Go on Mr. Richard, what was that? Is that your personal private life?” asked Rodulf to him. “Yes, I wanna frankly and honest to you now, I’m not a good man that you expected. I know that we meet accidentally but I hope your the only one who can help me, I’m a killer” said Richard to him directly without hesitation.

oh yes I am ready I said,let me carry that he offered to carry my box thank you am so grateful I said, it's nothing miss just doing my job,I went inside the car while Oscar went to put my box in the car trunk,he ignite the car and we took off After 1 hours we got to Richard house,my house to Richard house is it an hour drive I alighted from the car and went to the trunk to get my clothes,No miss don't bother yourself, I will carry it inside for you just go inside Oscar said smiling showing his two front teeth he is an handsome man,I smiled back and thank him. I head to the front door and rang the doorbell, waited for a minute and rang it again, hold on am coming, Bianca said from inside.

He walked into the cramped, wood-panneled office where an elderly man in a corduroy jacket sat behind a desk piled high with paper. "Mr. Hemingway," the man said, standing up. "I must say, I was shocked to get a call from your office. What could a man like you want with a twelve-unit walk-up in this neighborhood?" "I’m a man of sentiment, Mr. Aris," Richard said, sitting down without being invited. He placed a check on the desk. It was blank, save for his signature. "I want to buy the building on Oakhaven Drive. All of it. Today."

Oliver Breakfast was over all too quickly. I had already forgotten most of the names of the pack members who were introduced to me, most of whom were warriors or farmhands who report to Ryan. He wasn’t there this morning, but we were told he was already out working. We got up and walked to Narissa’s office with her leading the way. Sophia and Sam stood up to join us. Before we could enter the office, I stop suddenly, causing them to slam into me accidentally.