Ricky Rat Novels & Stories

I said jokingly refer to Maynard Mental Hospital. Not far from Laymisch stalls, there was a small 3x3 meter wooden board motorbike repair garage that provides engine service and tire patches. The owner of the garage looked like just about to close his hut. "It’s time, it’s time," he said while locking the door. He was Brother Ratty. He was called Ratty because his face looked like a black rat. The slanted eyes and snout lips. Ratty really liked to wear hats. He was a specialist bicycle mechanic, from a tricycle to motorbikes.

“And I like brides who bite.” “I only bite when someone puts his finger too close.” “Make a note of that, Ricky.” Ricky squeezed my waist lightly, just enough to remind me that this was his family. His night. His stage. I took a breath and put on the face I usually wore when men explained Latin American politics to me after reading two Bloomberg articles. Rhysand tilted his head. “Twenty-two, right?” I glanced at Ricky. He looked like he wanted to sink through the wooden floor.

With a surprised look on his face, he said, “Beautiful, I'm not the kind of person you think. Don’t you think it’s a little too fast for me to take off my clothes now? We should take it slowly…” Bang! Rachel kicked him and said, “Just take your clothes off and cut the crap!” A chill flickered across the corner of Rick’s eyes. He slowly reached out and unloaded some equipment from his body. Ropes, daggers, laser pointer, miniature smoke bombs, explosives… Rachel looked at those things and felt a headache coming. How could such a guy sneak into her room? “Who are you and why are you in my room?” Rachel asked impassively. Rick unloaded his tools while thinking of ways to escape. He chuckled and

RICKY'S POV Ricky stared at the blank pistol in his hand and fumed. He never thought, for once, that he would use it on the very person he trusted the most. He groaned and tucked it inside the pocket of his jacket. He left immediately with Buster and some other gammas. Ricky had made it a mission to track down and kill two of his enemies, Andy and Rhett. He wasn't going to spare any of them. They had each hurt him in different ways, and they would pay for it.

"Actually, I should have phrased that as, he was a badass. He's reformed now supposedly. Saw the light and all that. Currently he works helping juveniles to get out of gangs and off the streets." "Sounds like a saint. He a hacker too?" "No. Think of him as muscle. Part of his job, other than making friends with the more unsavory elements, is to keep your lily-white ass safe from those who might be tempted to see what it looks like when you do bend over to grab that bar of soap." "Oh, no, please don't tell me he's going to be my-" She laughed. "Ricky, short for Ricardo, is your new cell-mate boyfriend."

Ricky was busy putting some food on my plate so he didn’t eat much. There was more food on my plate than I could eat. After lunch, I helped Charlotte clean up the kitchen. She asked, “What does your boyfriend do? He gave me a chill. Can you believe it? I have been sitting up straight during lunch.” I replied, “His name is Rican, and people called him Third Master.” A bowl suddenly slipped to the ground. Ricky and Patrick rushed toward the kitchen. When they rushed to the door Patrick unconsciously went after Ricky. Charlotte’s kitchen was not big so Ricky felt uncomfortable when he huddled together with the girls. He took my hand and checked several times to make sure I was fine. “From now o

Neal shrugged, "Do you have those too?" Ricky smiled and turned around. He pulled down his t-shirt, exposing the tattoo on his nape. Neal leaned close to take a good look. It was a small tattoo of a wolf head with a few horizontal and perpendicular lines. The black ink actually looked good on Ricky's light slender neck. "Your breath tickles." Ricky commented, and that's when Neal noticed how close he was. He scooted back embarrassed. The blonde guy giggled and let go his top before turning around.

Ricky shouted with tears running down his face. Looking back at Ricky, crying his eyes out, Rome frowned and said, "I'm a lot of things, but a murderer is not one of them!" After Ricky stopped crying and met his gaze, Rome rolled his eyes, looked back at K, and said, "As I was saying, get them out of the house and take them somewhere safe." "Mr. Ford is actually a saint!" Ricky suddenly cried, sniffing heavily. Glancing at Ricky with a stiff expression, Rome coldly uttered, "A saint is also not on the list."

All eyes turned to Ricky, waiting for an answer, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. Indeed, it did sound suspicious. There was no way the wizards would let Ricky out of their sight, or even allow him to come to Dark Shadow Moon Pack, or anywhere else for that matter. So how was Ricky able to come to them? Ricky grinned widely at them, a mischievous glint in his eye, a glint that seemed to suggest that he had a secret, a secret that he was eager to share. "The truth is," he said, his voice low and mysterious, making everyone intrigue. "I have a secret."

If they were already out of the pack, though, it didn’t matter, but I wouldn’t risk anyone by doing a rescue mission. “Ninety-nine. One hundred. One hundred and one. One hundred and two.” “Goddess Alpha, can you not even chill on your birthday?” I dropped the weight that I held to my chest and quickly flipped around. Ricky was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I raised my eyebrow. “A little casual for work, don’t you think?” He shrugged. “I’ve got some phone calls, but nothing that requires me in person. Not all of us act like business attire is casual. Wearing some jeans would not kill you or turn you into a cowboy.”