Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

“When he got here, this guy was just another one. Tartarus had another favorite. Sadan. He was sick. Everyone thought the rookie would die in the first fight, no chance in a ring like this. But he just acted like a wild animal. I still remember the bite he took out of Sadan, right on the cheek. He looked like a demon-possessed beast. Blood poured like a waterfall, and he still wouldn’t let go. People were horrified. And then, when he finally released, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. So much blood that some people even vomited. And mind you, the regulars here are used to serious violence, but what Don did… was utterly insane.” “Don?” “Pitbull,” he says. “Don Santoro. That’s his name

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.

Sanchez's anguished scream pierced the air as he collapsed onto the floor, his trembling hands instinctively clutching his wounded, blood-soaked leg. "This is your final opportunity to surrender the package, or you'll find yourself in the realm of the deceased in no time," Alejandro declared with chilling finality. He rose to his feet and strode purposefully toward Sanchez. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Alexandro, they both aimed their gun at Sanchez, who was sitting on the floor, holding his leg in pain. Even with guns aimed at him, Sanchez refused to utter a single word. His unwavering silence made it clear that whatever was in the package held great importance.

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.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

They came back from commercial, and Gio sat down on the bed, raising the volume just slightly. "Boxing's current welterweight champ of the world, Felix Sanchez, has been linked to many of Hollywood's A-listers including some of biggest athletes in the world. But most recently, he's rumored to be in a relationship with an unidentified woman in Big Bear, California. Insiders have suggested maybe that's why he trains at his over twenty acre secluded compound located in Big Bear—to be near her. There have been sightings of Sanchez and this mysterious girl, but as of today, there have been no pictures. Just today, he was seen strolling through the downtown Chicago area where he was in town to mak

They looked fucking delicious. He wasn't affected by my staring as he went on to remove his pants, leaving him in shorts. Did he plan to train me when he got dressed this morning? Hell, did he think we could get any training done when he was looking like that? He had a full sleeve tattoo on his right hand that I was sure extended to his chest; a snake tattoo. And on his left arm were different small tattoos, most of which were writings. "I said training, tesoro." Alessandro's voice made my eyes snap up to his. "I didn't say you should gawk."

"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.

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.

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.