Scream Richie Novels & Stories

I landed hard on the seat, my heart racing with fear and anger. “Richard, drop me off or I’ll scream!” I warned, trying to keep my voice steady. Richard just laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Then scream,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. I gasped, shocked by his response. And then, in a bizarre twist, Richard began to scream at the top of his lungs. I stared at him, confused and alarmed, as he let out a loud, primal yell. He stopped suddenly, his chest heaving with exertion. He scoffed, muttering something under his breath, his eyes still flashing with anger.

Oris’s face lit up; his smile spread wide. Richard set the bundles on the table and crossed his legs. “Three hundred thousand dollars. In cash.” Oris could hardly stay seated. “Uncle Richy,” he said, leaning forward, “the plan is simple. I spike Rachael’s drink and send her to your room. I’ll ‘catch’ you two together, and that’s my clean break. She likes you, too—I’ve seen it. Once I’m out of the picture, she’s yours.” Richard listened, then inclined his head. After a beat he asked, “And if she finds out the truth? She might hate you.”

"State your name and your business with Ms. Carter." Richie let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, leaning in close enough for Nobody to smell his expensive cologne. "Do you have a death wish, kid? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? You're a nobody, a piece of gutter trash playing dress-up. Move aside before I have you thrown out of this entire precinct and blacklisted for life, you useless parasite!" Without waiting for a response, Richie threw his shoulder forward, shoving hard against Nobody's chest to drive him violently out of the doorway.

07 Alessia’s Point Of View: “Are you for real?” I spat in so much disbelief as I left my hand on the air, still holding the fries that I dipped on the ketchup. I blinked my eyes several times as I covered my slightly parted lips using my free hand before finally got to glance at Sandra. She’s the woman who saved me earlier from slapping Amelia. We kind off clicked each other the moment we start talking. Her skin is pale as a bond paper and her hair is long enough to make and donate it as a wig. She has a pure black eye color that superiors her jaw dropping beauty, who can literally make every guy glance at her from time to time.

Richie’s voice was calm but firm, making Alex stop in his tracks. Alex turned, wiping the sweat from his brow. His hands were still shaking from the emotional storm that had just hit him. “What now?” Alex asked, his voice barely steady. Richie took his time, walking slowly toward him, his presence giving the boss energy. “There’s something I think you should know,” Richie said, his tone laced with both amusement and something darker. Alex narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I can take any more of this,” he muttered under his breath.

His screams rented the house and it's premises, and the men lowered their guns as he sat on the ground, his legs bleeding so much Tears were coming out of his eyes and he was wailing like a widow when Roonie took a giant hammer from Hazzan. He began walking to him, and Richard began shifting back on his butt, crying and cursing. "Don't come closer! Don't come closer!!!!" Roonie was silent till he took the last step to him and raised the hammer on his knee, slamming it wickedly on it. An otherworldly scream escaped Richard's mouth as he slumped on the couche, bleeding more from the leg. His kneebone is already out, looking so white in the middle of the bloody mess.

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

“You think you know more than I fucking do? You don’t know shit about women, Tripp. You’re a fucking kid.” “I’m twenty-four! I am not a fucking kid! And I know more than you obviously, because you didn’t raise your hand!” Richie’s eyes glare. “Show of hands if you made Amelia come without taking off her fucking clothes.” He raises his hand high and she screams into her hand. “Oh my God, stop!” she yells. She flashes her gaze at Richie and then at me. “Both of you, what the hell is wrong with you?” she yells.

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Cecelia pleaded. Edward laughs out loud like a devil, as he proceeds further. Cecelia was Damm afraid, so she let out a scream which made her wake up from her sleep. "Arrrghhh". Cecelia shouted, before waking up from sleep. "Cecelia.......why are you screaming!". Was the first text message Cecelia saw in front of her, on her iPad. Immediately Cecelia saw the text, she jumped down from the bed and let out a scream before collapsing.