Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

Thirty -Jenna- "There's a girl named Janet who makes really good sandwiches." Helmer says to trying to break the tension in here, then taking another bite out of it. I looked back to Alcander and see him taking a step closer to him while his head twitches while he keeps blinking. Each blink his eyes would change, hazel, blue, bright hazel, bright blue. He took another step closer while his breathing is harsh. "Alcander." I say while I look over to Helmer and see him looking down at the freakin sandwich, not paying attention that an Alpha might just end his life right here with no mercy.

This contains her personal data. Gabriella Sanchez, 21, 4th-year Film student One brother named Garry Sanchez, 16, high school Lost her mother 16 years ago Father remarried 7 years ago Father's name, Luis Sanchez, currently in a coma due to head gunshot. Stepmom, Gwyneth Anderson, a victim of sexual harassment but failed to find the culprit. Two best friends, one since childhood named Kiel Frederick Wilson and one since high school named Leia David.

Elena says as she strolls, her head high. "No. No, please!" I say as I step forward. Santiago suddenly strikes me as well with his magic. It's different than the green aura that Matisa exudes. Santiago 's is more like a lightning bolt, making me feel as if my body had touched a damn power line. Titus snarls, launching himself at Santiago, but he also strikes Titus, making him fly across the room and whimper as he hits a wall, breaking it into pieces. "Enough! I will go, ok? No more fighting." Elena says as she warns all of us and walks next to Matisa.

Just as expected, he followed. My opponent came crashing down on the ring with a brutal force and passed out immediately. "Winner!" The announcer yelled and the crowd cheered. I walked out of the ring to get my things and pay so I can leave.I'm Antony Santos. My life is pretty simple. The life of a Nobody. I carry a lot of anger and hurt inside so I channel everything into fighting and the interesting part is that I get paid for it. A win-win.I got my pay for the day, turned around to leave but was approached by a strange man."Antony Santos...." He said more like a statement than a question and I nodded in affirmation."I have a job offer for you..." He said. With those words, he had gotten m

My brain scrambles and tries to make sense of everything. The scent of fresh water hits me. As I turn my head I see Ashleigh is sitting on a chair next to me, tears streaming down her face. Zander stands over her holding her trying to comfort her. A new scar adorns the left side of his face running down to his shoulder and arm that is now all bandaged up and supported by a sling. It looks like it’s been slowly healing and is on the mend.

“He tried to rape you and he did assault you. A fellow pack member… the fucking future Luna of this fucking pack, his pack! He took the oath…He has to pay..” “What are you going to do?” I asked. “I’d like to rip his disgusting hands off his body and shove them down his throat…” Zac sucked in a deep breath before continuing “..but, I can’t do that without repercussions from the Council. I need to talk to Grayson he’ll keep me from being the sadistic prick I want to be..” I just nodded back at him. The memories of that night swirl through my mind. This was so much, the last couple of days have been so much, too much.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Huffing I stomp my left foot and cross my arms against my chest. “ Are you okay?” Ryan asked me when Creed and Alex headed up the hallway to meet the doctor at the door. How do I even answer that question? Would anyone be okay after finding out something like this? Wait, he shifted? I can’t shift because I’m only a half breed, but wouldn’t that make him a half breed too because he’s my brother. “ Hey Ryan?” I said placing my hand on his arm he step back a few making my arm drop to my side

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.