Richard Rick O'connell Novels & Stories

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

Livie’s POV The rest of the morning, Molly, Selene, and I talked. Mostly them, but still. I learned that Rick also lost his mom through a rogue attack. He and Molly were just weeks old when that happened, so they have absolutely no memory of her. If it weren't for pictures his dad kept, they would have never learned what she looked like, but from what Molly tells me, she was beautiful.

Connor lied easily. He would never do such a thing to his father his will and his towering prowess kept him in line, but this was his push over uncle he had no reason to fear him. Rick raised his eyebrow in skepticism, and he could tell by the looks on Connor’s face’s that they were lying about something. Rick looked at Jake and you could see the fire in his eyes. I mean that there was really fire coming from his eyes.

And precision meant choosing the piece no one expected. I would marry Ciara. Not the daughter they offered. Not the heiress they polished. The one they tried to forget. And in that choice, the game changed. The Irish Don sat across from us, his rings glinting under the low light of my father’s study. His name carried weight in his world — Declan O’Connell — a man who had built his empire on charm and cruelty in equal measure. Tonight, he came with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

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.

"Richard" .

Richard nodded. *

he said to me. “So you want a truce now?” Leon asked. “Look, I know I was terrible, I did terrible things, but a month in your own dungeon can change your perspective on life,” he said and I frowned as I looked at him. “Your father threw you in the dungeon?” I asked him. “Yeah, so I had a lot of time to think and reflect on my actions. We all want the same thing, for our packs to do well and to be the best Alphas we can be, so I’m here to ask for a second chance and to work together,” Rick said.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."