Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

The man had to be out of his mind if he thought that we could be going on a vacation now, but somehow, with everything going on, he might be. “Oh really? And where do you want us to go when we know that there are two psychotic idiots who are waiting to kill us?” You know, we might as well give them a silent invitation or call to follow and kill us. Believe me, they would be very grateful considering that you would be making the job easier for them” I said, making Dante laugh. His eyes studied my expression for a second before he sighed, and I knew that it was due to his pain that he was speaking the way he was. Normally, he knew what he was doing, he had his plans set, and he knew who he was

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

This time, Sophia's grandfather looked cold to Anthony and spoke. "Who enters you without authorization? Didn't you know it was a Sanchez Family meeting? "What qualification do you have to attend the meeting? you're just a scumbag " Harold Sanchez, son of Don Sanchez's second son Ronald Sanchez, said the grin, "We are in the Sanchez family. Five years ago, besides eating and drinking every day, what else are you doing?" "You go to find a way ? Will you get 200 million for this problem?" Homan Sanchez also spoke, looking into Anthony's eyes and full of contempt.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

"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?"

I adjusted my suit, walking into the room which was occupied by the rich sons of influential personalities in London. "Look who's here? The soon-to-be father in our midst," Scar Finch, one of those annoying scumbags, said. "It's been a long while, man," Thomas said as I sat. My eyes drifted to the man at the end—definitely the one I had met at the party with Sabrina. "And you must be?" I said to him. "Oh, I'm Antonio Sanchez, Director of You and I Company, director of the city's museum, and son to Mateo Sanchez, Spain's most influential figure," he looked at me with utmost disgust.

Sofia stayed quiet for too long that it became bothersome. Taking off her glasses, she folded her hands on the table. “I know this might sound unprofessional for a person of the law to say, but I would anyway. Diego Sanchez isn't someone you want to enter that puddle with. He controls all of Atlanta. And I know it might sound crazy, but it's the truth. You won't win, and might end up losing more than you bargained for.” My mouth was wide agape as I stared confused. “can you speak in simple English please?"

“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.