Novels by RichX

Ferdi The door shut behind us. The smell of antiseptic and nurses soap made something in me snap. My head spun twice. I almost dropped Karel. I stood for a second before dropping him on the bed. He felt light. So light. Like he'd been running on anger and pride for weeks. My stomach turned when I dropped him. I blacked out for another seconds while I held the sheets tight so he wouldn't see. No one could see me like this. I felt my knee go weak as seconds rushed. The nurse came up to us. Karel's eyes darted between the nurse and me. His eyes were saying something I couldn't understand. I never understood. I didn't want to either. “I'll take care of him," the nurse suggested and I nodded. Lifted my legs from the bedside and walked out of the room feeling his gaze burning behind my back. Immediately the door shut me from his world. A memory I couldn't see clearly flashed like a tidal wave. Someone pushed me down a cliff. I couldn't see the face but it looked too familiar. It w

Ferdi “What about Devan? He's a junior but very promising,” The coach leaned on the desk, fingers curled around each other. I leaned back on my chair, coach's office conducive for the first time. The competition was kicking off in three days. I've set the main lineups for the match. Ten players,but just one tiny spot left. I hated admitting it. Nobody on the bench could play number seven better than him. That was the problem Every reason I came up with sounded weaker than the last. And I still didn't want to have him there. “He's smaller than the rest," Stupid excuse. I had nothing else to say. Coach barked, "He's fast, just look at him," Coach went towards the tilt window. And I followed hands shoved deep in my pocket. Karel didn't smile. Not ones. But his whole being wasn't stiff like when he's with me. He played like the ball was the only thread holding him. My chest hollowed for reasons I couldn't name. He took the foul play. The ball shot over the players protecting thei

BrandonI watched Grace package sweets inside a brown paper bag. My jaw ticked with every smile and joyfulness on her face. “Mom, why are you packing all this? Ferdi doesn't eat sweet, he would rather eat forest leaves,” I frowned, rubbing my face. "Tell him I poured my heart into it. He'll take it.” Grace smiled wild like Ferdi was her real son. I huffed loudly frustrated with each second. “I know him better than you do, mom. He'll trash that in hell," I pointed at the lunch bag in her hand. “You never even give me healthy food, just grass and coughlins. Tell me, who's your son between the both of us,” I sneered at her and she rubbed my arms gently. I frowned harder. “You're my son, but I love Ferdi more, he's handsome." I held myself from smiling, but Grace's smile was too pure. And I kind of hated it. “You just admitted it, I'll get back at you, mom. I snapped my fingers and she made a face. I left the bag behind and stepped out the door blocking her yells to take it with me. If F

¶ Karel ¶I didn't get to process what had just happened before Ferdi slammed his lips on mine with a roughness I'd never felt before. His breathing was ragged. And his lips tasted like bitter coffee, the one I hated — tasting it on his lips felt... good.My hands came up to his shirt, pushing him off. His grip was tight around my back. “Ferdi,” I hissed out, he pulled away just a little. “You owe me three,” he whispered against my lips. “I'm collecting. Just one.” His hoarse tone was abusive it made my toes curl in my shoes. I watched his eyes fall shut. He kissed me hungrily, angrily, like he wanted me to feel pain. But my eyes stayed open. I kept staring at him, as he devoured my mouth, rejecting the fact that I wanted to pull him closer.Ferdi pushed me to a broken table, his tongue everywhere like if he moves away even an inch, I'll disappear. I stayed numb, not kissing back. It didn't stop him though. He turned my back to him, his hands went to my belt and I caught his hand

Karel“What's wrong with you? I've been calling your name for a number of times,” I flinched when Dael's voice cut through my silence. Her worried face came to view. “No new injuries, but new worries.” She searched my face like she could get answers from it. I've been spacing out ever since Ferdi said that. I hadn't even seen him for two weeks now. He'd disappeared like he usually does and a part of me was happy, the other part won't just cooperate. When I walked out that night, Caine was at the bleachers, he caught up with me and we had drinks. I was also praying he didn't ask questions and sure he didn't, he just kept those flirty eyes till the end of the night. I watched Miguel and Dael argue about the tournament coming up. ‘If we're gonna face De bricks then surely Karel will take the trophy.’ ‘What about Ferdi no one Crosses him’I wasn't sure I was going to play and here they are bantering about who'd take trophies and shit. “Karel, let's hit the gym tomorrow. It's been a

Ferdi Watching his back and sinking into silence was the only loud thing in my head. The door clicked shut but I kept staring at it. One second turned into five. My hand was still gripping the edge of the desk. I wasn't supposed to tighten my jaw when I saw the marks on his body. Bruises shouldn't bother me. They never had before. So why did those ones stay in my head? The way he'd looked me in the eye and said I was the worst thing he'd laid his eyes on. Made me laugh. What was he expecting me to be, his prince? I opened my drawer and took the pills without water. I needed something to cool off. They got halfway down my throat. Five minutes is the only time the static eased. It wasn't enough. I held my head as I felt dizzy for a second then got back to work. Pedro had not rested since Fiamma Fredda’s incident. Tracking my every move with monitors. The gang went on break yesterday so there's nothing he could find even though he arrested some of them. The gang knew better tha