Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

I say to him. He looks at the five warriors strewn on the ground, then cracks his neck before getting into position. I beckon him with my fingers, and he rushes me. As expected, he’s the strongest fighter of the group. He’s fast and his hits are hard, but in the end, I’m faster and my hits are harder. I’m not sure how long we spar, long enough that Kieran gets the others to the pack hospital. Finally, I get Silas to tap out and I let him go, standing and reaching out a hand to help him up.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

He stood there as if he hadn’t hurt anyone. Sane’s hand curled into fists as he felt the fire in his chest burning. Never did he punch anyone as he could control his emotions pretty easily, but at that very moment, things happened in a flash, and even before they could blink, he had already landed a clean punch on the guy’s porcelain face. “And you have the guts to even show yourself here!” he shouted at him.

Hard. "You got guts. Simon must have pissed you real bad. I hate that guy so much, he's an A-class asshole. God, I would have given anything to watch anyone beat that prick." I laughed in the midst of my confusion. This guy is making jokes with me when I don't even know his name. "I still don't know you." He extended his hand and smiled amusingly, as if my very presence entertains him the most. "Noah Langston. Thanks for punching my brother."

Vivian pov Three years ago, Sable announced her retirement, and three years ago, I married into the Blackwood family. Sable was known for her signature move, the Shadow Kick, while my fighting style closely resembled Sable's. Why would a champion boxer, who had dominated multiple titles, suddenly step away from the spotlight? It could either be due to an injury that prevented her from competing or a growing disdain for the sport. However, Sable was undoubtedly a boxing enthusiast; otherwise, she wouldn’t have repeatedly participated in matches and claimed the championship belt time and again. The only plausible explanation was the former, especially since I had undergone a kidney transplant

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ I leaned toward Adrian’s laptop, peering closely at the numbers on the glowing screen, and a new ID flashed across the top. A seven hundred million dollar bid. “Who the fuck is that?” I sneered. Adrian fingers flew over the second laptop. It mirrored the auction but showed real names instead of anonymous numbers. Finally, he exhaled, annoyed, and said, “Giannis Sanchez. Looks like the man has lofty ambitions. God knows where he scraped together seven hundred million from.”

I added. “Dante, I have worked for, and served Don Silvanos for over a decade, and if this doesn’t work, I am dead,” Sanchez said deeply, sounding a little bit scared. “So, I really need to know if you are a hundred percent into this or not,” he requested. I looked at Sanchez deeply and said, “I give you my word, Sanchez; you have nothing to worry about.” Sanchez nodded. “Then I have to ask you the most important question,” he said.

His body shook fiercely as he tried to stand up but he felt weak and powerless. Noah Sanchez. This man was far more formidable than Nova Woods. The Sanchez family was well known and even a servant from that household could crush him easily like an ant more or less the heir of the family itself. Noah finally reached him and with great strength, he removed Dan’s hand.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”