Ricky Rat Novels & Stories

I stated as I reached for the doorknob. “Hey, come on. You are here already, why don't I introduce you to the other band members?” Ricky said with a delightful smile. I followed him into what appeared to be the backstage. I noticed three other guys organizing their equipment in a bag. I recognized them from the video clip Ricky showed me from preteen camp. “Hey guys, meet Gwen, Nonna’s granddaughter and our newest fan” Ricky introduced me. I scoffed; Ricky was unbelievable. “Gwen, this is Sam, Jasper and Max, and together, we are the Pit bull” Ricky said as they displayed an odd stance. That almost made me laugh out loud.

“Hi there Richy care to be my special friend?” Ricky grabbed a drink from the tray. “I’m not Richy, I’m Ricky, Ricky Biscount.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” “ No problem, so I was just thinking someone told me this party was about buying into a private company. How much is buy in? A few hundred thousand credits?” Lisa grabbed a drink. She traced the top of the glass with her finger, giving her best flirtatious look.“ I don’t know about that.

"What are we celebrating?" Ricky threw his head back, laughing like a man who didn't understand what was coming. "We whooped that Connolly douche's ass," he crowed, his voice too loud now that the room had quieted. "You should've seen his face. That pussy went down and didn't get back up again."

The party-goers were invisible to him as he was invisible to them. “Matthew.” He resisted a groan at the sound of his full name being called. “Ricky.” The short, middle-aged man with a balding sport in the middle of his head and a large scar across his nose approached the table and sat opposite him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “I had to come by myself since you wouldn’t give Jamie any useful information,” Matt said in a hard voice. Ricky looked behind, leaned in and lowered his voice. “That is because I do not have anything useful to tell him. I already told you to put your mind at ease. I will get you what you need.”

"The guy who can only bitch and moan?" My eyes widened in surprise at Tyler's boldness. I stole a quick glance at Ricky, and my shock only deepened. His appearance was striking, to say the least. His body was adorned with tattoos. His hair, a vibrant shade of red, stood up in spiky tufts, and his ears were adorned with numerous piercings. There was nothing much distinctive about the two friends behind him. They screamed danger and must be avoid.

He doesn't like asking to bite and has been trained to expose his neck when a vampire shows their fangs at him. Ricky: A vampire working in Charles's bar as a bartender. He accidentally shot Charles in the chest while cleaning a gun. Charles thinks little of Ricky but hired him to be a bartender since he was one of his previously employed vampires that survived the attack from the Nero family. Ricky expressed sorrow for shooting Charles but didn't rush to save him with his blood, instead he would have let Charles die.

Harvey looked calmly at Ricky, and signaled Rachel to turn on the camera. “Talk. You have one chance. “Hopefully everything you say now is exactly the same as what you told them. “I’m a civilized man. I don’t want to kill you, but you better not toy with me.” Seeing Harvey’s calm expression, Ricky instinctively shivered. If the Great Protector frightened him, then Harvey’s expression was enough to make him feel nothing but despair. “I’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything,” he said after taking a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

she whispered and I just looked at her. “He’s an asshole,” I said to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said and stood up as the bell rang. I already knew that I’d never be friends with Rick. He was self-centered, cocky and he really believed his status as future Alpha gave him an edge over everyone else. I wanted to shove my fist down his throat and make him whimper with the strength of my aura.

there was a hint of confidence in his voice when he mentioned his own name. "Xavier? Like Xavier from... I'm sorry, sir. Are you somehow related to the late Romano Xavier, the one who owns RX Corp?" The police seemed hesitant to ask Ricky that question. Well, I knew they were guessing the truth. But what was with those nervous expressions on their faces now? "Yes," Ricky gave a short answer and instantly the two police officers looked down, scared to meet his gaze. Was he above the law now? Okay, now I knew this was totally not normal. Ricky is not just a normal person in this city.

My warriors come first. Ricky is the worst. He is bleeding heavily from a gash going from the side of his head down to his shoulder blade. I tell him through our link to hold on as we start to slowly drag him off of the battlefield. He is howling in pain from the movement. I link to all of my warriors I tell anyone who is able to follow them. I want to know who the hell we are dealing with now.