Alex Ryan Books Novels & Stories

Poisoned. “Ryan!” I cried out, my voice raw with fear as his knee buckled, his body teetering precariously. “Can you hear me?” I begged, my vision clouding with tears, the cold, hard reality of my helplessness driving knives through my heart. “Damn you, Alex!” And then Ryan let loose a primal, ferocious growl, his eyes locked on his nemesis. Alex, the sinister bastard, staggered back with a sinister grin, looking as though he’d swallowed a bottle of madness.

"Maybe not. But you’re trying. That counts for something." “You hurt her once,” Ryan told Alex, his arms crossed as he glared at him. “You do it again, and I don’t care what she says. I’ll come for you.” “I won’t,” Alex said firmly, his eyes locked onto mine. “I swear it.” Ryan gave him a hard look before sighing and shaking his head. “Damn it, I still don’t like you.” But then, he smirked and pulled Alex in for a rough hug. “Welcome back, idiot.”

Liam is rational with his twin that they can take down those men. "I admired your encouragement and trying to be heroes, but I agreed with Lily. I was scared when Rex fought them." I explain. "Your brother had a hard time with the leader. They were equally matched. If Terry hadn't shot him in the head, I would have lost my fiancé, and Jacob would have lost his father. So, think before you act. I know you two haven't joined the military, but Rex had military experience with your dad. You two are the youngest of five and already fathers. You two still have a life ahead of you. Don't jump to conclusions and make dumb shit." The twins looked at each other, then at their partners, who held them i

Alex cut in sharply. “That wasn't for you to decide. You should’ve told him...” Ryan said, stepping closer, voice urgent. “You knew he changed. He changed after learning the truth. Why did you hide it?” Alex laughed bitterly — a hollow, broken sound. “Him? Change? Never. Especially when it comes to her, Ryan. He’s still the same — toxically possessive, obsessively territorial. He doesn’t think. He just acts — purely primal, like some rabid animal. ”

Ryan stood across the room. My heart stopped. He looked the same. Confidence. Well-dressed. Smiling like nothing had ever broken between us. But his eyes were different. Darker. Burning. “He’s here,” I whispered. Alex stiffened beside me. “Where?” I did not answer. I could not look away. Ryan’s gaze flicked to Alex. Then back to me. A slow smile curved his mouth. Predatory. My stomach twisted. “Do you want to leave?” Alex asked.

It was only when I felt a hand on mine that I abruptly flinched back in startlement. "Sorry, I was calling you and you weren't responding," I soft voice said. It was Ryan again. He was probably ready to purchase his books. "Oh sorry about that, I just have a lot on my mind," I said and proceeded to scan his books. He had a total of four books all about the roman empire. He must really love learning about ancient things. He paid and I placed his books in a bag for him. He made a few steps towards the doors to leave but stopped and came back with a determined expression on his face.

Not you… The man’s smile just stayed on his face and the next thing he said, my wolf took it heavy. “ Looks like I’m going to have to force this wolf back into its cage.” He told us and his eyes glowed once more….. To Be Continued.... End of Book 1...

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

Alex leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “She didn’t scream. She didn’t accuse anyone of betrayal. She didn’t even demand explanations.” Ryan gave a low whistle. “That woman is either incredibly calm,” he said, “or incredibly strategic.” Ryan said. Alex smiled faintly. “Both.” Ryan studied him carefully now, his playful expression softening. “And you?” he asked. “What about me?” “How do you feel?” Ryan pressed further. The question lingered in the air for a moment. Alex considered it seriously. “For the first time in years,” he said slowly, “I don’t feel like I’m living two separate lives.”

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”