Richard Ramirez Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Senor Ramirez explained, getting up and patting me on the shoulder. “Senor?” I asked. “Yes?” “Have you mentally recovered from what happened on the island? I know you’re used to all this from your experience in the Army, but I constantly get nightmares. I see Drago in my sleep, I think of Zak and Rachel, I think about those innocent scientists that died in the bomb explosion,” I said, distraught.

Alexander shouted at him, holding him by the neck, his eyes reading my thoughts on having to see the motherfucker every fucking day here. Richard’s character is the most disgusting thing ever, he keeps hurting me emotionally without even realising it. Tears drop down my cheeks each time he crosses my mind, making me question my sanity. “ Rita, get me a knife,” I screamed to one of the maids who was passing the foyers. Not even sure of her name, but she answered and knew I was referring and talking to her. “ Madam, it’s…” “ I know, just give it to me,” I replied, my eyes cracking, my veins going red, the look of Richard making me want to commit a murder.

I say as he looks at me. "I am happy too." Richard says as he finally looks at me with concern in his eyes. "So why don't you seem so? Why are you behaving like you would like Freya more to be your daughter in law then me? Am I not good for Ryan?" I ask. "No. It is the other way around." Richard says as he glares at Ryan who rolls his eyes at him. "Whatever. We are already in love and engaged." Ryan says. "I know. Do you have to fall in love with him only?" Richard asks me and I nod.

He growled while tightening his hands on Raymond's throat. Even as his throat constricted, Raymond refused to let his eyes bulge as he croaked out, “Where is my mate, you bastard!” “In hell!” Richard yelled before he was finally pulled away. “You will join her soon enough, I promise you!” He yelled, trying to get past the vampire again. Almost elegantly like he was swatting a fly, the vampire knocked Richard back. Even as Raymond struggled to drag breath back into his laboured throat, he felt embarrassed for Richard.

Ramirez, “—do you know about this?” I can’t be more embarrassed at this moment. Mr. Ramirez has suffered enough scandals because of me. I hate to see him stand there being questioned by his friend. Yet Mr. Ramirez doesn’t look embarrassed at all. He chuckles lightly and beckons me over, “I don’t think you have met Natalia officially.” “Shawn, I know who she is. She is your step-daughter—” “And, my future daughter-in-law,” Mr. Ramirez says calmly. Mrs. White opens her mouth stupidly as though she just got stricken by a thunder. Even my mom seems surprised. Apparently, she didn’t expect Mr. Ramirez to admit it so bluntly.

~Elena~ I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Mr. Richard was nowhere to be found, and that was okay. I knew he was going to leave very early anyway. He told me he would. I stared at the ceiling for a short while, replaying the events of the night in my head. Even though it didn’t go down the way I wanted it to, it was magical. The look on his face, his whole body shivering as I watched when he was about to cum, blew me away… completely. It turned me on so much that another makeout session happened in the bathtub, where he used his finger to dig me up intensely.

Even though we only had a short conversation, Derrick’s mother came by. When my checkup was over, a man in black told me that the chairman’s wife wanted to see me. My mind went straight to all those scenes in the novels. Had a rich heir fallen in love with me? Was his mother showing up to make me her son’s contract bride? Was I about to marry into money? In reality, Derrick’s mother placed a bank card on the table. “There’s eight million in it. I want you to leave my son.” Just like that, my dream of being a rich girl fell apart.

Zara woke up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like old vodka. Her heels were still on. The tight black crop top and short denim skirt from last night were twisted around her body. She rolled over in bed, groaning, the events of the party flashing back in blurry pieces, the music, the shots, Liam on the couch with two girls, and worst of all… Mr. Ramirez was pounding that senior girl through the knothole, his thick cock sliding in and out while she moaned “daddy” with every thrust.

Richard asked, peeping into the screen to see the source of my scream. "Ryan Ray. He is just so fine." Richard took the phone from my grasp and examined the screen. "He is just there. There is nothing so special about him. Your mate could do better." Richard commented with a hint of jealousy. I tried to hide my laughter. "Is the big bad wolf jealous?" "Why would I be jealous? I can do better than him if I have the opportunity." "Whatever you say." I moved closer to his ears, saying, "At the end of the day, you are still the one fucking me. You are the one who owns this ass, so don't be jealous." I whispered seductively in his ears.

He rubbed slow circles, teasing me, while his mouth moved to my neck, kissing and biting gently. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my skin. “So warm and wet. I shouldn’t be touching you like this.” “Then stop,” I challenged breathlessly, even though I was grinding against his hand. “Push me away if you really want to.” Richard growled and instead pushed one thick finger inside me. I gasped sharply at the intrusion. He added a second finger, stretching me, pumping them slowly while his thumb worked my clit. “Does Ryan touch you like this?” he asked, voice dark. “Does he make your pussy this wet?”