Richard Ramirez Fanfiction Novels & Stories

- Richard smiled, placing the pincers back on the tray as he pushed Camille's corpse back into the freezer, dusting his hands as he walked towards me. I yawned, finally taking a much desired stretch. "That's great, staying here is draining - I'm already missing Dean so much and it's not even been a day yet."- We walked into the desolate courtyard, my arms widely spread out as i took a deep inhale of the cool fresh breeze then exhaling while twirling around playfully. "You seem bored after staying with me for only a few minutes and now you're in a hurry to run away from me. I and Dean are both father and son,yet you treat us so differently." - Richard remarked, his tone sarcastic.

"I heard you through the walls last night. Richard is a poet, but I’m a butcher. I don't care about being careful, and I certainly don care about your grief. I’ve spent three years watching you waste away in that sickroom tending to Manuel while you have no one to tend to you . I want to take care of every of your need henceforth, that was the promise Richard and I made to him at the sick bed " His hand moved from my lip to my throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough against my pulse point to make me gasp. "Richard gave you a taste, but he didn't finish the job. He’s too soft. He thinks you need to be handled like glass." Raymond’s other hand slid down my side, his palm hot against the si

Jamaima muttered. "Don't tell me you just found out now" Richard said jokingly. "Hey that hot body only belongs to my friend so no bitch is allowed to go near it from now on" Jamaima said after Richard who was already leaving her room. "I can't promise her that" Richard said with a big grin on his face before running out of her room dodging the pillow Jamaima threw at him. "I can't believe my brother is in love with a church girl" Jamaima murmured within her self with a smile playing across her lips.

My legs were still wrapped around his waist on the kitchen counter, shorts pushed aside, his hand buried in my panties. “I—I’m in the kitchen,” I managed, voice shaking. I shoved at his chest. He pulled his hand back reluctantly, stepping away just enough so I could slide off the counter. My knees nearly buckled. I yanked my shorts back into place and smoothed my tank top, face burning. Mrs. Ramirez appeared in the doorway holding a small cat carrier. She looked tired but smiled when she saw me. Then her eyes flicked to Jake and widened a bit. “Oh, you have company. I didn’t know.”

The tone of his voice was harsh but I did not care. “You have been avoiding me, Dr Ramirez,”I said, not losing my grip on his upper arm, “I would like to know the reason.” “I'm afraid I do not have time for meaningless chit chat,” his tone bordered on angry and fierce, “sit with Rodney until his aunt arrives to pick him up.” Then he walked away from me, not looking back even once. I suddenly felt rather stupid and pathetic. Dr Miguel Ramirez was a known player. And given how godawfully handsome he was, he could have any woman he wanted.

CHARLOTTE RAMIREZ: From that moment on my whole life changed drastically, so much so that it took a three hundred and sixty degree turn, my mother dead and my father missing, never again super of what happened to him or what those fuckers really did to him, but I promised to take revenge on them and believe me I will.

"I have to go now; take care of yourself and don't forget what I told you." Richard nodded again and casually waved his hand to bid his grandfather goodbye. Now, his grandfather was gone, and he was all alone in his office. He discarded all the train of thoughts trying to enter his mind and instead focused on analyzing a certain document—an investment contract. The contract involved charity for orphaned children. He couldn't help but scoff again; it felt like everyone was reminding him he lacked empathy towards others. He clicked his tongue and checked all the terms and conditions. He sighed; it was a good offer, but it included traveling for charity events—the only thing Mr. Ramirez was req

“How about François? I sense that he is a new vampire.” Richard paused, turned his head down, and looked straightforwardly at the hill and village landscape that appeared reasonably pale in the autumn season. “François, I can say that he was an accident…” Richard’s voice sounded rather melancholy in his tone. He took a deep inhale. “He was a tourist in Romania. Up to night, some juvenile crimes happened when he and his girlfriend just passed by from having dinner at a local restaurant, they were hit by a car and it was and run accident. When I passed by that place from my working office, I saw both of them were dying and I could not witness the car that hit them.” Richard paused. His eyes se

Richard explained. Wait, so he was obsessed with Ruth, who looks like me? The thought hits like a punch to the gut. I can now understand why he wants to dress me up like her and try to recreate the relationship he had with Ruth. Yes, and he sees me as a threat to his twisted fantasy. He believes that by eliminating me, he can fully possess you, who looks like my grandmother, and fulfill his delusional desire to have a relationship with Ruth through you. Richard said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and anger.