Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

“I’m here to end this.” Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head. “Spoken like a man who still thinks he has a choice. Let me tell you something, brother. This doesn’t end with you walking away.” Dino narrowed his eyes. Lorenzo continued, “Sanchez doesn’t just kill his enemies. He breaks them. He makes them suffer before the final blow.” Dino’s jaw tightened. Lorenzo leaned back, smirking. “But… you already know that, don’t you?”

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

CHAPTER 12 LORENA'S POV. The awkward silence didn't make things any better, infact, it made the atmosphere a lot more tense. Silent stares were exchanged by the staff and shoppers at the boutique and you could tell what they were all thinking. The whole situation was starting to make sense now, I was a fool for not figuring it out sooner. He was Andrew Sanchez, the most sought after bachelor within and outside the country. Their influence spread beyond the borders of Mexico. The whole of North America knew him and his company. Women populated this demographic and the reason was clear; Andrew Sanchez was a Greek god.

He stands up and firmly shakes it "You know when your father told me about you I didn't expect you to have a child," he says pulling away and placing his hands into his pocket. "Ah well yo-" "No need to explain yourself Mr. Takayashi she's perfect," he says looking at me like I'm the key to all his riches. "Perfect for what," I ask looking at him and then at my dad. My dad keeps quiet and I look back at Dario "I'm sorry, I am Dario Ramiro Gonzalez the new Spanish Don as well as your future husband" he grins and my eyes widen. Carlos is dead and now they appointed him. Why is he here let alone calling himself my future husband

- Não foi Bruno quem me disse para te procurar, foi a minha mãe e graças ao Sander. - O que estás a dizer? – perguntou meu pai. - Sander é especial, ele consegue tocar o interior das pessoas, consegue ver os nossos segredos mais profundos – respondi. - Tens a noção de que estás a falar de um menino psicopata, que atentou contra a vida de várias pessoas inclusive dos próprios pais, e que cometeu vários crimes? Ele é um assassino a sangue-frio, ele podia ter-te matado, sabias disso? – perguntou meu pai.

he said trying to calm me down, "I knew you were the one, I wanted to kiss..." "stop!" I said stopping him from saying more words, every of his word sent electric waves across my entire body. He watched me trying to calm myself. "this is catastrophic!, you are Sophia's brother" he just shuddered and said "so?" "I'm sorry I have to go" I said as i got up to leave but he pulls me back. "Will you please just calm down" he said. just then his phone beeps and as he was about bringing it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me.

Her knees felt oddly weak for half a second. They stepped inside. Dr. Antonio Sanchez stood at a small sink in the corner, washing his hands with calm, deliberate movements. When he turned, Mira’s breath caught before she could stop it. He was unfairly attractive. Broad shoulders filled out a crisp white button-up that looked like it was fighting a losing battle against the muscular chest beneath it. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing a full sleeve of dark tattoos on his left arm. His hair was long enough to brush his shoulders, dark and loosely curly. His face was sharp and almost ethereal—high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth that looked like it knew too many secrets.

The pain grounded him, the same way it always did. “Another loss,” Rico said, grinning like it didn’t matter. He clapped Sudan on the shoulder, ignoring how he flinched. “You’re getting famous, man. Mystery Fighter with a death wish.” Sudan didn’t answer. He just grabbed his hoodie and ducked out of the ring. The noise of the gym followed him, a mix of cheers, jeers, and the metallic thud of the next match starting. Outside, the night was freezing. His breath rose in white clouds as he limped toward the bus stop. He didn’t bother wiping the blood from his face. It would dry. It always did.

his foreign accent compliment the manly tone of his voice which I think added appeal to him. He stand the same height as Sain and both has the same body frame. Looking at the two, you will immediately figure out that they both resemble each other. The only difference is Sixto Calexco facial feature is mature yet softer compare to Sain who always has a serious face when talking to people around him.

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