Ricky Rat Novels & Stories

I slowly turn my face back toward him. And spit. It hits his cheek. Time freezes. Ricky stares at me like he doesn’t recognize what he’s looking at. Then his face twists, rage tearing through whatever mask he was wearing. His fist draws back. I brace myself. A sound cuts through the air outside. Sharp. Distant. Gunfire. Ricky freezes. Then he smiles. “Oh,” he says softly, almost delighted. “That’s my cue.” He straightens, smoothing his jacket like he’s about to step onto a stage. “Showtime.”

Edward remained calm, but his eyes radiated something dangerous. He stood his ground, not the least bit fazed by Ricky's hateful words. “Whatever your reasons, Ricky,” he said slowly, ”they don't justify your actions. a coward like this. You're not only destroying yourself, but also tarnishing the name of everyone who believed in you.” However, Ricky didn't care. He turned towards his remaining men, who looked terrified but still awaited orders. “Attack him!” Ricky shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. “Destroy him! Don't let him get out of here alive!”

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

*** Ricky Ricky grunted. He rose up from the bushes after being thrown away by the skeleton. He grunted, while trying to stabilize his breath and to also hold the sharp pain coming from his ribs. Rather than backing away because his ribs were obviously broken, Ricky again assumed his fighting stance as he treaded carefully towards the skeletons. Slowly, a golden aura engulfed his fists, and with that, he landed another critical hit on one of the skeleton soldiers and it perished without any hint of regeneration.

“I only know a few words,” she said. “Just the basics. I, um.” Lilith coughed self-consciously. “I was a pretty big fan of this company for a long time. I might’ve learned a few words as a hobby.” “Well, that calls for a demonstration,” Alexei said, always ready to cause trouble. “Let’s hear it, kotyonok.” “Alexei.” Enzo scowled at him, feeling oddly possessive. “I won’t warn you again.”

"Damn" Mashii laughs and in the end they talk and get to know each other. From the short haired one who has the name Vikky while the Blink shirt has the name Stella, while the man standing not far from Chloe holding the wine glass has the name Marlon. Chloe thought they were friends who were not cool to talk to. In fact, Chloe couldn't stop laughing with all of them. Choel looked at the mashii which means in front of him, his hands seemed to be holding an arrow along with his son who was ready to be released and could stick in Chloe's heart. Chloe laughed at it, it's such a cute imagination that everyone laughed at it too.

He asked. Cedric smile brightly and nodded his head. "Yes please.. Give me a pet name." Ricky slowly gets up and run his fingers through his hair. He look up the sky and turned to look back at the man. There's a lot of thoughts in his mind right now. But the most important of all is... Revenge. "Do you have in mind now?" Cedric once again asked him. Ricky smirked and shrugged. He then turned to walk away. "Yeah I have now." He answered.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

He would never let himself be killed by a Strength of a level nine insect. “I admit I was being careless earlier, you won’t get another shot this time!” Ricky said as he moved his palms. Suddenly, a green pair of brass knuckles appeared on his hands. This pair of brass knuckles were different as it shone in a green hue with odd energies wafting about. “It’s time for you to die!” Ricky grovelled, it was as though bouts of energy were about to pour out from his mouth. It did come out elsewhere though as the ground below him shook and cracked. He was releasing a lot of energy.

Mr Rick was the devil himself. The one they preached against in churches and other places of religion. "He's very loyal, Esme," Rick mused, his voice smooth as slik. "Which makes what I am about to do to him so... delicious." Rick stepped back, pulling a heavy brass key from his pocket. He didn't unlock the chains. Instead, he tossed the key onto the small corner of the room. He turned to face me, his eyes burning with a sadistic intensity that made the air in the room feel instantly hotter.