Ricky Rat Novels & Stories

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

Lionel looked at Rick as if he would kill him, but Rick interrupted him before he could finish speaking. "I'm Richard Fontes. Yes, I'm Attila's son. You know my father well. He raised me very well, Lionel, but I'm not as civilized as he is. And believe me, I have my own ways to destroy you and I'll drag you to hell before you even open that filthy mouth of yours again to speak to Anabel. Do you understand, you animal?" Rick spoke quietly, face to face with Lionel, his tone was anything but friendly - it was threatening and surprised even me.

She’s still waiting. When my dad died, his friend volunteered to look after us. He called himself our guardian. That was Ricky’s father—Rick the Slick, heir to a dodgy fortune. He was cute the way a baby gator is cute. But I didn’t mind the nasty side of Ricky. I liked his carefree life, his infectious laughter, and his hands on my waist like he thought he was holding something fragile.

The looks he was getting from other people shows that I'm not the only one that thinks he's the Michaelson guy Ricky was referring to. "Sooo...." Ricky drawled and I narrowed my eyes at him. He would be daring Diane to give my brother a lap dance for ninety seconds, ninety fucking seconds! Isn't that too much? I sighed, feeling uncomfortable with Ricky's challenge for Diane "You're daring Diane to give Henry a lap dance for ninety seconds..." "No.." Ricky interrupted, rubbing his palms together like he got an evil plan. What exactly is going on in his shitty head? "I am daring Diane to give you a ninety seconds lap dance" He said slowly, his smirk getting more evil.

"We have Miku and Ricky here. Then, me and Rick are the youngest members." Aurelie glanced at Rick who has a fairly white complexion, blonde hair, and asian-like smiling eyes and is just quietly participating in their get to know stage. Rick is partly the opposite of Ricky, not because his name has no letter Y in the end, but because he is considered an introvert by the group because he likes to have his own little world, especially when he's alone. However, just like Yoel, Rick is also very friendly once people get close to him. He is known for his deep and sexy voice when it comes to rapping.

Rick's attack was so swift, they really did not see it coming. Rick was as calm as could be. He had not even broken a sweat. He yelled out "Team Two! Move in and attack!" As the second team approached him, Rick used a combination of his kick and his fist to down them all within just a few seconds. The bystanders were in awe. How could one so young be so powerful? And to use so few moves to put down so many at once! Rick called out 'Team Three! Move into position!"

He had never hated himself more than in this moment. He had never felt so powerless. Ricky let out a quiet hum, walking over to a nearby table. He casually picked up a heavy iron rod from a pile of scattered tools, twirling it in his hands. The rod sliced through the air with a low, ominous whistle. He looked at the four of them with detached indifference, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Those ten shots earlier… seems like not enough." He paused for effect, his eyes gleaming with mockery. "How about the next little game? Pick one of you and take a hundred hits."

He yelled out at Aaron who’d just turned the corner. Watching their interaction Aaron looked up the hallway to me and nodded, I nodded in response and Ricky skipped his way back to me singing about someone dying and he having flower that made the dead smile. He is a weird man, you wouldn’t think he is much older now with the ancestors in his blood than 22. We were about to leave the door to Savannah’s room and go to training when she flung it open making Ricky squeal and jump. “Damn, if you didn’t look like a hot mess right now, my pants would be the only mess here” He said to her.

This wasn’t a birthday. “Beau was filling us in on Ricky.” Piercy sighed and turned my face so he could look at it. Pulling the ice off, he pushed a few places before putting it back. “Keep talking.” Piercy growled and turned back to Beau. “Ricky liked to find hiding spots and live there. He would gather people and use them to do his dirty work. When Kyle came knocking, Ricky would get away with it because the other guys were the ones that tortured Brett. After they would get caught, they mysteriously died before they could be questioned or punished. Kyle always thought Ricky would get to them and kill them, so they couldn’t turn on him. He is like a rat that managed to get away.”

Ricky said, dramatically crossing his legs and tucking some hair behind his ear. "Ricky!" Rachel and Amy yelled at the same time, looking at him in shock. "That's it, you are on time out." "Go get us more fries," Rachel said, murmuring apologies to Yandel as Ricky stood up. "Hi, I'm Ricky martins...just kidding, I'm just Ricky, my friends call me gay Rick," Ricky said, shaking Yandel's hands before leaving to get more fries. "No one calls you that," Rachel and Amy said at once, and Ricky replied by waving the middle finger at them since they were kids around, at least he had the decency not to curse when kids are around.