Tiny Rick Novels & Stories

Fucking great. Stepping forward like the good girl I was expected to be, I extended my hand toward the man as if greeting an old friend. “It’s wonderful to meet you. I do enjoy meeting all of Trevor’s friends. How do the two of you know each other?” The man's eyes gazed up and down my body as the corners of his lips peaked further into a shiny white smile. “We’re old college buddies. My name is Ricardo, but you can call me Ricky.” How fucking original.

I gave him a small shove and quickly closed the door locking it. A couple of hours later I’m on the dance floor at one of the local clubs with others from the group. I’ve only been drinking water and pop. After getting my wolf it takes too much alcohol to get even a buzz going so it’s not worth having people wondering how I do it. I feel an arm snake around my waist and a cold chill runs down my back. I pulled away so quickly that I almost knocked over some of the people near me, and dropped my bottle of water. I spun to see Rick the Prick. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at him I wasn’t going to have him try and pretend that he didn’t hear me.