Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

My gaze drifts to the man he was with earlier. “That’s Carlos.” Sanz smiles, wagging is brows in a frenzy wave. “He’s an ER doctor, and… I've been seeing him for the past couple of days.” A sly smile crosses his face, and he winks at me. “You’re gay?” I whisper, my voice full of shock. “I’m Bi. I'm kind of a greedy prick.” He adds with a smile filled with pride. “I had no idea!” I lowly exclaim. “No one ever does. It's so much fun gorging everyone’s reaction the first time I tell them.” He snickers.

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

he said trying to calm me down, "I knew you were the one, I wanted to kiss..." "stop!" I said stopping him from saying more words, every of his word sent electric waves across my entire body. He watched me trying to calm myself. "this is catastrophic!, you are Sophia's brother" he just shuddered and said "so?" "I'm sorry I have to go" I said as i got up to leave but he pulls me back. "Will you please just calm down" he said. just then his phone beeps and as he was about bringing it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"The whole city is howling for you." "Let them howl," Santiago said, stepping into the room. "I’m not going to California, Isaac." Isaac turned then, his eyes wide and shimmering. "What?" "I fired Ricardo five minutes ago. I’m signing with the Bobcats. I’m moving to San Antonio. Permanently." "Santiago... the money, the career move—you worked your whole life for that West Coast contract." "I worked my whole life to find a pack that mattered," Santiago said, closing the distance between them. He reached out, his hands trembling as he cupped Isaac's face. "The trophy is just metal. You’re the win, Isaac. You’ve always been the win."

Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador...missed his name...you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards."

He said, raising an eyebrow at me. “She can't blow a punch for her own good, she's not going to be able to save herself if something happens to her, and it was nothing but me training her to know how to sustain herself. As you might know, she is my Luna by name. But that's it. It's just going to be something by name.” I said, and he sighed.

They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal. Kyle, on the other hand, was standing firm with his sword dripping with blood. I could see the grin on his face as Ryu scouted the area for the next personal assistant. “Miss Samantha over here shall now take charge as my personal assistant.” I rose up, walking towards Ryu with clenched fists. I was going to kill him and bring his head back home as a gift to my father. He was going to get it—a taste of his own medicine. “Miss Samantha, are you alright?” Ryu asked, taking my hand in his.

The pain grounded him, the same way it always did. “Another loss,” Rico said, grinning like it didn’t matter. He clapped Sudan on the shoulder, ignoring how he flinched. “You’re getting famous, man. Mystery Fighter with a death wish.” Sudan didn’t answer. He just grabbed his hoodie and ducked out of the ring. The noise of the gym followed him, a mix of cheers, jeers, and the metallic thud of the next match starting. Outside, the night was freezing. His breath rose in white clouds as he limped toward the bus stop. He didn’t bother wiping the blood from his face. It would dry. It always did.