Tiny Rick Novels & Stories

"We have Miku and Ricky here. Then, me and Rick are the youngest members." Aurelie glanced at Rick who has a fairly white complexion, blonde hair, and asian-like smiling eyes and is just quietly participating in their get to know stage. Rick is partly the opposite of Ricky, not because his name has no letter Y in the end, but because he is considered an introvert by the group because he likes to have his own little world, especially when he's alone. However, just like Yoel, Rick is also very friendly once people get close to him. He is known for his deep and sexy voice when it comes to rapping.

With a surprised look on his face, he said, “Beautiful, I'm not the kind of person you think. Don’t you think it’s a little too fast for me to take off my clothes now? We should take it slowly…” Bang! Rachel kicked him and said, “Just take your clothes off and cut the crap!” A chill flickered across the corner of Rick’s eyes. He slowly reached out and unloaded some equipment from his body. Ropes, daggers, laser pointer, miniature smoke bombs, explosives… Rachel looked at those things and felt a headache coming. How could such a guy sneak into her room? “Who are you and why are you in my room?” Rachel asked impassively. Rick unloaded his tools while thinking of ways to escape. He chuckled and

Deal C H A P T E R 2 2 "Ahh no, you are doing it wrong!" I yelled in pain. Fuck that's too much pain. "Be careful!" I snapped at Rhyker who stuck his tongue out playfully, he acts like a child although he was the crown prince, one of the strongest who would wipe your existence if you bother him but he doesn't seem like the cold ignorant prince. "Fuck you." He mouthed at me and I smirked, pushing it far away toward his face. He whined in pain as my big toe hit his nose.

Casey had been grateful to Rick, for more than just being his lover as he had very few friends aside from a few neighbors and was less inclined to do something wild like try out for sports. The younger lad had even recalled how Rick easily made short work of the would-be bullies he had encountered in the corridor and smiled. It would have been nice to have Rick around when the likes of Roy Tanner and his ilk had been dunking his head in the toilet, but then he never would have moved to Fallon Creek and met him in the first place.

Barely, but we'd brought her back from the brink. Did she allow herself to remember our childhood? All the adventures we'd had, the fun? Or was it all a black void to her to expunge the grief? Like when we were eight and Rick had fallen in the river after swinging from a low branch where the edge of Lake Wylie opened. Rick had flailed his arms and legs while screaming bloody murder until he discovered he was only in a foot of water. We've called him Rivers ever since.

Not a bad payday for two hours of telling tall tales, even if it came with the humiliation of wearing a satin mandarin robe and a fake pigtail in his hair. Thankfully it was dark and he was not so visible in the pictures that they clicked. But their attention was scattering fast. Rick held up his hands and then began in an ominous voice, drawing from the skills that he had learned from six semesters of theater classes to get their attention. “The year in 1906!! It is a warm Friday evening in the second week of the month of July.” His voice was deep and Rick used it to make the crescendo rise so that he could capture their interest. Like the Grim Reaper pointing out his scythe at his next vic

It had not occurred to Ty that he should quiet his footsteps because he didn’t think he would need to hide from someone, but the boy’s fear reminded him that there were some in this tournament who would make it their mission to try and reduce the number of participants entering the next game. “What is your name?” Ty inquired. “Rick,” the boy responded. “I can tell you are not the fighting type. What brings you here?” Ty followed up. “My dad thought it would help man me up if I participated in the trials. No one expects me to win, least of all me. I’ve always preferred books about knowledge and strategy,” Rick responded. “In that case, why have you not given up yet?”

Richard nodded. *

Karen’s tirade abruptly halted. Standing at the gate was a tall man, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, looking weary from travel. The neighbors who were about to surround us quickly retreated. It was Rick Rivers. He had arrived. Karen was stunned, but she still said stubbornly, "Wh-What I just said is none of your business!" Rick ignored her and walked straight towards me. His gaze swept past me and landed on Tina, who was trembling uncontrollably. He saw the expulsion notice in my hand and the lingering redness on Tina's wrist.

Reese is up at 630 a.m. She wants to have plenty of time to eat and dress before Ali arrives to pick her up. She can’t believe how lucky she is to have landed a job at the Butterfly building working for Luca Myles. Luca Myles is not only good looking, but he is smart and well mannered, she thought. “And Hot!” she said out loud.