Scream Richie Novels & Stories

FOR F*CKS SAKE ********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** “I have spent decades building this company, and because that ...that riff-raff got a contract she now feels high and mighty and wants to start rubbing shoulders with me.” David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside.

"I love watching trash like you squirm." He snatched the tongs from Johnny and drove them toward my mouth. I clamped my jaw shut on instinct, but the tip caught the corner of my mouth and tore it open. The taste of blood spread across my tongue. That seemed to delight him even more. "Pry his mouth open. Anyone who helps me out tonight gets a car. One each." The groomsmen needed no further convincing. They crowded around me, wrenching at my jaw. "You had the nerve to cross Danny? You've got a death wish."

He broke down and let out an agonizing scream like a dying animal. Richie had a complete breakdown. Adrian calmed down and sat back down as he said, “It’s fine. We have doctors here. You won’t die or lose consciousness. You’ve spoken once. You have two more chances. “How about I take one limb every time you speak?” One limb for every time he spoke? Richie’s mouth hung open in astonishment as he looked at Adrian in a daze. “You… You’re a monster! Aargh!” As soon as Richie’s voice died away, he screamed out in agony once again. He felt the full force of Adrian’s monster-like terror at this very moment.

“Well, then, let’s go. But if you try anything, I’ll take your ears.” “Are you the executioner or the siren for your bloodline?” Richie asked between massive bites of charred ribs inside the secluded, blood-stained booth of the rogue eatery. “The piece you played back there… I felt every bit of the pain and the confusion. It felt like a wolf singing to a dead moon.”

What had started as one of the best Birthdays of Crystal’s life was quickly turning into a nightmare. “Have you figured out who you’re going to screw first?” Richard wondered. “If I get the first shot at you, and you satisfy me, I will pay you handsomely!” Crystal sniffed the air and made an ugly face. “In addition to the smell of shit on you,” she said, “there’s another smell.” “Really?” Richard smiled evilly and said, “That must be my pheromones!”

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

he poured more wine into his glass and raised it at Richie "You are a freak," Richie said, raising his glass to him and dropping it back on the table. "You would laugh your lung out to the voices in your head and I want to be there when it happens to see the look on your face," he sniggered. "But for now that you have it, save it for the air at the top after we snuff Astor out of the way.

Richard called out hurriedly, instantly letting go of Rory as he stepped toward the billionaire before the man could even sit down. Rue stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned toward Richard. His eyes were arctic cold, completely void of emotion, as if looking at an ant on the pavement. "I'm Richard Summers, Sir, from the Summers Group," Richard introduced himself hastily, beaming with a wide smile as he extended a hand for a handshake. "It's an immense honor to meet you in person. I've wanted to secure a meeting with your company for a long time, hoping we might collaborate on a project again."