Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

"Officer Sanchez, you're up!" The Latino man stepped forward, stripping off his jockstrap as he did so. His large brown uncut cock jumped to attention. His thick pubic hair glistened as if it were treated with hot oil. His balls hung well below his body. He approached Tim's hole, choosing to finger-fuck the boy before sticking his cock inside. Sanchez' rough fingers eagerly found Tim's exhausted prostate, leading to another flow of precum from the boy, despite having just dumped a load moments earlier.

“Oh? Are you saying that you’ll repay my kindness with murder?” said Gerald in a playful tone. Laughing in response, Sanchez then retorted, “Killing you would be letting you off easy! I want you to suffer! To think that a brat like you would even dare to make me submit to you…! I’ll show you my true power today if it’s the last thing I do!” Following that, Sanchez took a deep breath… and shortly after, his palm was enveloped in black light!

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

This is— “Mr. Sanchez.” The voice hits me before I turn around. Deep, with the barest hint of an accent. It fills the room like heavy, inescapable smoke. I turn and—fuck. Vincenzo Casano doesn’t just walk into the room. He claims it. Like the air itself rearranges to accommodate him. He’s tall—even taller than I expected—and built like someone who doesn’t just go to the gym but owns it. His suit is clearly bespoke, molding to broad shoulders and a powerful chest.

Sanchez reported through his phone while watching people craving peace and cure for the deadly disease. “We are on the way. Be ready.” Sanchez immediately put his phone in his pocket after the call ended and drove his car to the boundary between San Lorenzo and San Juan to wait for the tanker truck where Ferran was riding. Nervousness filled Sanchez’s body system. He doesn’t know what will be the result of their plan. He inhaled and exhaled a lot of times until he cleared his mind and just focused on their plans. “This is for the lives of hundreds of people.” He gripped the steering wheel of his car. “There is no time to be afraid. Just have faith. Have fate. Everything will be alright.” San

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

And the photo of a young man appeared on the display screen. The man in the photo was a really young man, who looked like he was less than 30 years old. He was handsome with prominent mixed race facial features. He had deep eyes, a sharp nose, and high cheekbones with a slight curl at the corner of his lips, which seemed like a king's dominant smile. Upon seeing that face, A smile escaped from Nathan's lips. "Adrian Sanchez!" Adrian Sanchez was the genius from the Sanchez Family. He began his business empire when he was only 25 years old and became the youngest family head that the Sanchez Family ever had. However, he had some how gotten entangled with the Hex.

he asked me surprisingly. "Yeah when Lucas's father Mr. Scott died in an car accident. Lucas's mother married another man Mr. Salvadore and gave birth to Candice. So basically they both are step siblings. But Lucas still didn't changed his last name because of his love towards his father." I explained him very clearly. He nodded at me thinking something in his mind. "You went through a lot and still you are so strong. If there would be anyone instead of you they would have gave up on their everything." he said caressing my back and he kissed my cheek.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

He winced as he felt the impact reverberate through his arm. The skirmish erupted into chaos as punches were thrown and grunts of exertion filled the air. Rico weaved between opponents, using his agility to evade blows and land calculated strikes. His movements were fluid and deliberate, each action aimed at disabling his opponents swiftly. Santo fought with raw determination, tapping into his strength to overpower each adversary he faced.