Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

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.”

Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador...missed his name...you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards."

That, I knew for a freaking fact. “I want a meeting with Don Silvanos,” I told him and Sanchez laughed in my face. “You want your body chopped like meat on his table, right?” Sanchez asked me. “You and I know that I am not afraid of that monster,” I snarled at Sanchez. “Your audacity disgusts me, Dante, and one day, it is going to be the death of you,” Sanchez retorted. “Let me speak with him,” I insisted on the demand. “That will never happen, Dante De Luca,” Sachez said. “At least not through me,” he added.

❄︎ 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.”

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?

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.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

However, he only made it a few meters away before a row of people strode toward him from the opposite side. The man stumbled and fell to the ground again, rolling by an individual’s feet. The other party crouched down, staring down at the man with interest. “Southern Crypt Capital has declined!” “Who… are you?” “Sachin Taylor!” With that said, Sachin smashed his fist into the man’s head. And with a loud thump, the man’s head burst like a watermelon. The impact of the punch had created spiderweb-like cracks on the ground. The blind man and Ali looked excited as they approached Sachin and knelt before him. “It has been ten years. Welcome back, Godfather!”