Scream Richie Novels & Stories

Wasn’t it, Richie boy? You got that right, Richard thought, gazing up the block at the mural and no longer seeing it. It was Michelle, caught up in the moment, who had laughed. The night-trolling Sallow Man had toppled over and fallen, perhaps into a pile of broken green Heineken bottles and shards, and lay shrieking in the rain. Richard had involuntarily almost bitten off his own tongue. And Michelle, binoculars still in hand, threw her head back and laughed in the darkness, high and loud. Brayed like a loon in a cage, and he’d jumped, blood already gathering in the corners of his mouth. He snatched the binoculars away from her, clamping one hand over her mouth, but not in time. When Richar

“Say. The. Words.” Surrendering, Elaine nodded her head rapidly. “Yes, I want y-“ She was cut off as Richie had slammed his cock deep into her as she let out a loud scream that had surprised her too. She could swear that right now, she looked like a bitch in heat. “Richie..” “That’s it baby. Call my name.” Richie growled as he rammed in and out of her at regular intervals, gripping her hips as hard as possible. Elaine could feel tears roll down her cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly. “Faster.” She begged.

She went to the end of the room and stood at the sidelines. "Lucas had always had eyes for the most beautiful women," a voice said beside her and she turned around. Soft beautiful brown eyes looked back at her. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm Richie," he said, putting out an arm. "So, do you care for a drink, Scarlett?" He asked with a smile, surprising Scarlett. "How do you know my name?" She asked him. "Let us just say that you are very popular tonight in this room," he said, maintaining his soft smile.

The skin was fever-hot and slick with tears. Richy shuddered at the touch. He finally turned his face, and what Jax saw there made his stomach drop. Richy’s eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were bitten raw. He looked wrecked. “The exam,” Richy whispered, the words barely audible. They sounded broken. “It… it wasn’t… he… he touched...” Jax’s gaze sharpened. He leaned closer, and then he smelled it. Beneath Richy's familiar scent was one he knew too well.

“Shit! You scared me.” Richard grinned, shrugging, hands raised in mock surrender. “Désolé, mon ami. I thought you’d move out of this apartment, but not all the way home. Honestly…” His voice wavered, and he looked away, one hand brushing his cheek. “…I feel like crying.” Damon leaned back against the edge of the counter, smirking, one brow raised. “Relax. I’m not dead yet.” “Richard walked in properly, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the room like he was memorising it. “So this is really happening?”

Not having any problem with Alexander, they knew she wasn’t ignoring him. After the conclusion of their plans, Romeo left in a rush with the excuse of having a lot of work on his desk and no one could miss the look of longing in the eyes of Richard which brought everyones attention to him immediately Romeo was out of their eyesight. Lilly was the first to react and clear her throat dramatically with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Mmm! Mmm! Richie Rich! You look quite flushed! Are you okay? Do you need some water? Some sunscreen maybe?”, Lilly voiced out teasingly with a huge grin on her face.

The match It was obvious that Maria was not getting away from the snare of being pinned on being a thief. Everytime she opened her mouth, it seemed like she was putting herself in more trouble. Her tears were in vain. Sister Mary was not moved by her cracodile tears, as she( sister Mary) described Maria's crying. She was even tempted to slapping her but tried to control herself since other nuns were watching, not that she was shaken by the fact that they were looking at her but she was trying to act as professional as possible. Deep down in her heart she wanted to sort the matter by getting physical with the little girl who was already about to wet herself because of the pressure she was in.

I switched on the video intercom, and a deathly pale face filled the screen. It was Karlie.

So every once in a while, I'd go back to see if any cheaper plots had opened up for me to snatch. Every time the salesman asked which one I wanted, I could only mumble awkwardly, "Never mind. I'll bring my family next time." But this time, my voice was steady. "Don't worry. I'm actually buying it." After hanging up, I switched my screen back to the RainDrop Fund page. In the sea of comments wishing me a speedy recovery, one stood out. It was from my sister, Zoey Hudson. "Lung cancer, huh? Let me know when you're really dead. I'll throw a party."

I was the scandal, the black sheep in the Steele family when Richard had done it all right from the start. God, I hated his guts sometimes. “You might have to postpone your getaway.” I snorted. “Sure, let me just jump when you snap your fingers. I’m going, Richard.” “Dad is sick,” Richard said. I sat up, alarmed. “What? What’s wrong?”