Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

"It seems that the Lancaster madness was amplified in him." "Hana," I gasped, my eyes growing wide. "She had to have done this." "That’s right." Silas agreed, "It seems we now know what her motive was for finding her way to Vince’s side." "But why?" "What is this?" Gray growled, stopping any further speculation between me and Silas. "And who the hell is this man?" "Vince Lancaster, sir." Seth responded, "Alpha of Midnight Rose." "Alpha," Gray repeated in disgust. "What kind of alpha behaves this way?"

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

“Should I tell you the number of times that my son was injured since meeting your granddaughter? Or should I keep it up to you to understand that he is NOT safe around you or her. If anything, he seems to be getting more hurt as it goes, and YOU seem to be encouraging it.” “Both are getting injured just like we did. Unlike Lucas, they are going to be trained. They are going to know how to fight the devil when he…” Luna Claudia’s hand came in contact with Mario’s cheek as she slapped him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother.

Sanchez suddenly so nervous and asking to speak with this loser in private? She glanced at Josh and then at Mr Sanche,, and she couldn't help asking him. “Mr Sanchez, is everything alright? Why do you want to speak with this loser?” As she asked, she was sure that Mr Sanchez was going to answer her, giving her an explanation on why he Suddenly was being respectful and wanted to talk to the loser named Josh.

I said as I began to walk towards dad's office. "I won't keep my hopes up if I were you!" Robert yelled but I ignored him. I knocked on the door. "Come in come in" I heard Dad's voice and I quickly opened door. "I'm back Da...." "Did you watch the news Ryan?" He asked immediately I walked in with my crutches. "Wha......what news?" I asked. "Alexander Sanchez, turns out he's suffering from hand tremors so his medical license is going to be revoked, he won't be a surgeon anymore" he said.

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I said, looking down at my feet. Surprise crossed his face before he answered. “Santos… my name is Santos.” I repeated it quietly. “Santos… thank you, Santos.” His expression softened slightly. “You’re welcome.” He said calmly as he studied my expression. “Do you need anything?” “No, thank you.” I said, and he nodded. “There is water on the nightstand if you’re thirsty.” He said gently. “And if you feel worse, call me. There’s a phone beside the bed.” I only nodded in response, no longer trusting the idea of talking.