Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Novels & Stories

“And you. The husband who broke her first. Tell me, Liam—how does it feel knowing someone else fixed what you shattered?” The shot came before I could scream. The sound was deafening. Ryan staggered back, clutching his arm, blood darkening his sleeve. His expression never changed. He almost smiled. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. He lunged forward. Liam fired again, but Ryan moved too fast, knocking the gun away. It slid across the floor and stopped at my feet. “Kayla, get back!” Damien shouted. But my body wouldn’t listen. I stared at the gun, then at the chaos unfolding before me. Damien and Ryan struggled, their movements wild and brutal. Liam tried to intervene, but Ryan

The dirt that calls out freedom to her. Blake slides Selene's katana across the torso of a vampire, setting it in a ball of fire and turning to hit another target when he spots Carrie falling to the ground. His eyes widen in suspense and pride as he sees Selene standing in victory over her body. Tyler falls to the ground and is attacked by a massive vampire, but he shifts again to Asher, hitting the vampire in mid air with his snout and launching before him. Hovering over his victim and biting him right on his face, ripping his head right off his body.

He didn’t move. The stadium noise changed immediately. Ryan reached him first, dropping to his knees on the ice, two teammates right behind him. Ryan pulled the helmet off and I saw the dark streak across the ice before I fully understood what it was. Blood. Ryan looked up at the bench with an expression that made my stomach fall through the floor. He turned toward Blake and I saw exactly what he was about to do and so did Blake’s coach, who moved first and grabbed him. Blake stood ten feet away from where Dani was down.

“Jone!” she yelled out. She jumped out from hiding upon realizing the mistake they had made. Jone Cloony was pinned to the floor with Ryan’s knee piercing through his shoulder blades. “What are you doing here!?” she sighed, kneeling to his level. “You can let him go now, Ryan.”

“He was prying on a vulnerable woman. My men were just protecting her." Ryan's expression turned glacial, his eyes freezing into two glittering shards of ice, "I can let go of you screwing my fiancée,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. "But what I'll never forgive is someone killing my men. That's something only I get to do." He turned to the massive brute who had been pummeling me earlier "Finish him." With a nod and a disgusting smile, the brute raised his fist. But before he could strike, a hail of gunfire erupted outside the room, followed by the sound of shattering wood. The door burst open, and a group of heavily armed men stormed in.

Chapter 57 Before Ryan could remove the safety lock of the gun and fire on Saul, Carson shot him. Ryan reached the ground with a painful ‘aah’. “Bloody bastard, you try to play games with my son and think I will watch the show with folded arms?” Carson hissed, bending towards Ryan and held his collar.

The Coldstone player's face lit up like he'd just won the match all over again. "I won't. I promise. I'm Kellan, by the way." "Hara." "I know," he said, grinning. "Everyone in the stadium knows now." Behind her, she heard someone's jaw click. She was fairly sure it was Ryan's. Kellan gave her one last grin before jogging off toward his team, practically floating, completely unaware of the four sets of eyes tracking his every step like predators marking prey. The second he was out of earshot, Ryan stepped in front of her, blocking her path entirely.

Ryan whispered, his tone turning sinisterly soft. I lowered the landline receiver, picked up my phone from the table, and tapped the main financial network app. A massive headline splashed across the screen in bold, neon red letters: BREAKING: EVA KNIGHT PUBLICLY HUMILIATES HUSBAND RYAN KNIGHT ON LIVE TELEVISION AS HE BEGS TO SAVE THEIR MARRIAGE. Beneath it was a crisp, high-definition screenshot of the exact moment I had dodged Ryan's kiss in front of the cameras, making him look like a desperate fool while he knelt with flowers.

Chapter 4: Shower Block Risk Private Ryan’s body still hummed from the field exercise as he stepped into the dimly lit shower block well after midnight, the mix of dried sweat, cum, and dirt from two days in the woods making his skin feel tight and filthy while his ass carried a deep, pleasant ache that refused to fade. Most of the platoon had crashed hard hours ago, exhausted from the long patrol, but Ryan couldn’t sleep. The memory of Kane’s cock buried inside him against that tree and then again in the sleeping bag kept his blood running hot. He stripped off his clothes in the empty locker area and walked naked into the open showers, hoping the hot water would calm him down.

Gray mutters beside me. " Shut up. " I laugh and take his hand in mine. " So who's ready for bowling ?" Kennedy squeals , spinning the ball in her hand. " Ariel you wanna bet ? I'm kicking your ass." She winks and smirks. " Sure thing , madam." I pick up my ball and roll it down the alley. So bad I only could kick out three out of ten pins. " Ready ?" Kennedy smirks and rolls her ball down the alley. Gray chuckles deeply and watches us. I nudge him in his ribs and he had to wince.