Richard Price Novels & Stories

“The engagement will be announced soon. It’s time for you to come home and start behaving like the woman you were raised to be.” The words sent a cold wave through her. “I never agreed to marry Richard.” Her mother let out a short, humorless laugh. “Your agreement is not required, Vivian. This is about our legacy, about securing the future of this family. You will do as you are told.” Something inside Vivian snapped. “I am not a business deal, Mother.” Silence. For the first time, her mother was caught off guard. “You are being dramatic,” her mother finally said, voice laced with irritation. “You will come home. You will marry Richard. And you will put aside these childish rebellions.”

"Mr. Sumner, what brings you here?" Nyla asked. Seeing Nyla's composed demeanor, Richard frowned, his tone condescending. "Name your price, as long as you agree to let Cyrus go." Nyla remained calm. "And how much are you offering?" "That depends on your demand. The incident happened so many years ago. Even if you send Cyrus to prison, I can still find a way to get him out. Stubbornness won't benefit you," Richard stated.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

He just had his own strategy to make a little more profit. As soon as the old man—who was known as a figure of great influence in the government—had disappeared behind the door, Jason lifted his head and straightened up. A long exhalation of breath escaped his nose along with a sensation of relief and spaciousness in his chest. One important job was halfway done. It was like he had already bagged half of the success. All that was left was to execute it in one go. He sat back in the chair and reached for his cell phone. His finger typed in a name and pressed the call button.

Summer's POV: The smoke rings choked me until I could not stop coughing. Everyone in the private room turned to stare at me. Alan Rivers watched me with pointed interest, waiting for my answer. I looked at him calmly. "I choose the million dollars." Alan was clearly satisfied with my response. He said with a scoff, "Good girl. Summer, as long as you behave, there'll always be a place for you by my side." With a grand wave of his hand, he signed a check for one and a half million. At least buying out seven years of my youth came at a decent price.

“Not for you and not for anyone.” “He will,” Desmond said, “when the alternative is watching what happens to his father, and your sister, if he doesn't.” He gestured lazily toward Richard, who flinched almost imperceptibly. “Richard understands leverage better than anyone. Ask him. He's built an entire empire on exactly this principle, everyone has a price, provided you find the right currency.” Richard’s jaw tightened further, though he said nothing, his silence somehow more damning than any denial could have been.

The kind that had calculated cost and benefit for a table of consequences. He told Ethan that he would never trade Tessa’s safety for anything, that he would never aid cruelty. Ethan had smiled then, all crooked charm and rotten teeth, and his words spilled electricity: “You always were moral, Richards. Maybe too soft. Think about it though. Everyone’s got a price.” Richard shook his head. Ethan’s laugh echoed in the alleyways of his conscience, the memory of it a warning that the city’s predators hunted in packs. ***

Prince Richard screamed then sliced off his right hand, the Soldier fell to the ground screeching out in pain as blood sprouts into the water streaming through the ground. Knowing anything could happen with Prince Richard vexed, the troop of Riana Spear-men standing behind him took a pace backwards. “Fools,” Prince Richard insulted, clenching hard on the hilt of his blade. “All this for a little mistake,” he cuts down another Soldier. “Who ordered this killing?” “I did.” Reece admitted boldly. “Why?” Prince Richard asked as he walks up to Reece. “Assaulting a Soldier is punishable by death.” He gaze Richard in the eye.

“Finally'' Richard thought. The Weapon being auctioned right now was him, and he had been waiting for this moment for several months. Richard kept a calm face and listened to everyone raising prices to each other to buy his weapons. ''Yes number 56 raised the price to xxxx'' An the auctioneer raised the price higher than the previous price. ''Last bid at a price xxxx'' Upon hearing the previous offer, the auctioneers were silent, and each of they felt unable to raise the price any higher than that. ''xxx to one'' Richard smiled faintly as the Weapon he was selling was able to fetch a higher price than he expected. He knew that his weapons could bring a high price, but he didn't expect that p

He moved up beside Tommy. “Is there a problem, Officer?” “See that, Tom? Courtesy. You could take a lesson from your friend.” Priewe sized Richard up, noting the wedding band he still wore. “No, no problems. You’re the author, right? Sorry for your recent loss,” he said, surprising him. Truitt could only roll his eyes. “Thanks,” said Rich, eyebrows lifted. “You’ve read my book?”