Richard Osman Novels & Stories

Said Richard and Alya nodded confidently with a smile of happiness that never left her beautiful face. ... After Richard returned to Los Angeles, his routine returned to being hectic and busy as the CEO of his own company, Noel Corp. Who already has a big name in the business world in almost all corners of the country. Until he forgot for a moment that far away in another country, someone was waiting for him, waiting with hope for the sweet promise that had been spoken.

Ryan "Long time no see," the man said. It was a voice used to giving orders that shaped nations. I didn't reply right away. I just stood there, letting the rainwater drip from my torn clothes onto his priceless hardwood floors. A puddle of water and diluted blood was already starting to pool around my heavy combat boots. Richard set his crystal glass down on the massive desk. He stepped out from behind it, walking slowly toward me. "They blacked you out," Richard breathed. He sounded like he was actually shocked. "The club you bled for. The gang of outlaws you chose over your own family. They actually threw you out."

Richard was a powerful man, a tycoon with a ruthless streak, and she was his prize, his secret indulgence. Her heart pounded as the door clicked open. Richard entered, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest. His dark hair was tousled, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger she'd come to both fear and crave. At thirty-eight, he exuded control, his body honed from years of discipline—muscular arms, a chiseled jaw, and a presence that made the air thicken.

Omar, who remained quiet the whole time, suddenly shouted, "The Death Personification, Ozul Gray!" Caspian looked over and found a rare expression of resentment on Omar's face, making Caspian feel odd. After all, Omar was usually polite and amiable, and Caspian never heard him get angry before. Yet when Omar saw Ozul, it appeared as if he hated Ozul, and his eyes burned with rage as he clasped his knees tightly.

There was a moment where I watched as a confused look crossed his features. I smiled, knowing it was the Alpha Soul that most likely just bent his own wolf into submission. “Yes, Olivia Roberts. You must be Richard.” He laughed. “Richard on paper, Ricky in person. Richard was my father.” Ricky was chipper. A level of energy I figured followed him everywhere. We had corresponded quite a few times through email and I realized he was exactly the same in person. Too many exclamation points. “Did you want to take a ride in or…?” Ricky looked at me questioningly.