Tony Pritchard Novels & Stories

The easy confidence evaporated, replaced by a guarded professionalism I had seen only in clips of his post-match interviews. The crowd parted like waves before a storm, and there he was Sir Richard Thornfield, the iron-fisted chairman of the Premier League’s governing board. Of course, I know him so well and have always dreamed of seeing him. He is tall, broad-shouldered in a tailored tuxedo that screams old money, his silver hair slicked back, and a mask that does little to hide his hawkish features. I had seen him on sports headlines as the man who pulled strings in football empires, deciding transfers, sanctions, even careers.

"But Briton, there's something else. Vaughn Pritchard just bought controlling shares in three of Jamie's subsidiary companies." Briton's hands tighten on the wheel. "When?" "This morning. He's moving fast. And he's not hiding it." "He wants us to know." Briton's minds race. "He's working with the Council. This is their backup plan." "Destroy her financially if they can't kill her physically," Jai agrees. "What do you want me to do?" "Find out who else he's bought. And get me everything from his financial backers." Briton ends the call.

Tony returns to the mansion after he finishes with his client, When entering the mansion, he sees the security guard responsible for washing the cars bringing out cars from the garage for wash, and one of them rolls a power bike out. "Have I not seen this before now?" He was asking himself. "Who owns that?" He asked the security. "This? It belongs to Sir Craig." Tony nods and turns, the securities talk to themselves. "Sir Craig is really like a god, especially when he is on black in the night." "He is like a knight." "All black?" Tony asked no one in particular. "Yes!" They replied, he ran inside, only to see Gregory and Whitney in the living room. "Is Craig, Cathy's savior?"

“I'm doing some research.” “You're partying with the movers and shakers,” I translate. “Eh, that's just a bonus,” he claims, and I can picture his wink. Timothy, it must be said, is a bit of a player. He has his father's flame-haired good looks and ready wit, but without the sharp edge and quick temper resulting from Tony's accident and subsequent constant pain. “Anyway, you're the one at the centre of the UK business universe. Keep your ears open?”

Sebastian had never intended to hide this plan from his grandchildren, but Tony was probably the only grandson who was enough of a b*stard to demand for money in such a greedy manner. Right then, Sebastian’s gaze burned with rage as he tried his best to put on a calm front. He took a sip of his tea before he spoke. “Do I have to give it to you just because you asked for it? How shameless of you.” He then placed the teacup down and raised an eyebrow as he stared at the man in front of him. Tony has found quite a bit of success in his career. He’s also one of the most stubborn and proud ones when compared to his other three siblings. He first started his own business and later took over the Ha

Clinton I was in my office, reading through files of complaints that my people were making. The school needed money for rebuilding and repairing broken water pipes. I sent them the total amount required and was now going through my company affairs before I got a mind link from my Beta. “Alpha, there's a man looking for you. He said to tell you that it's urgent and important.” “What pack is he from, and can you give me a description of him?” I asked as I continued typing on my computer.

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."

I said. Because of his 'paid' status, Tony is always the subject of ridicule from the audience every time he competes. The ridicule ranging from 'online taxi drivers' to 'tire repairmen' he ignored gracefully. The audience can't be blamed for not knowing who he is. The fans just got emotional seeing him so good at controlling the game. Manage the team well. He also has a strong and accurate left-footed shot. Not infrequently he scored goals with his flagship foot.

Maya complained. We both agreed with her,Uncle Tony was the second to the last born,he may look young with his baby innocent face but....behind every cute face....there is a demon within This guy oops sorry my manners Uncle Tony was the true definition of Iron Man,the no-nonsense type but he was the CEO of F*ckboys Group of Nigeria Okay I'm exaggerating He was a badass player,the time he was around,he changed girls everyday like clothes,he would take them to the guest room and have fun...

Tony clenched his fists, suppressing his anger. "You're a big celebrity, Tony. Can't you come up with a few million?" the man retorted. Rathbone lounged lazily in his seat, a sly grin on his face. "I heard you send money to the orphanage where you were raised every month, doing some charitable work nobody knows about. Why not give that money to me directly..." "I already gave you so much last month, isn't it enough for your extravagance?" Tony slammed his fist onto the glass table in front of him, his fingers smarting from the impact.