Romans & histoires Flynn Ryder

THE TRIP RYDER “Who did this, goddammit?!“ I grunted harshly, holding the newspaper in a crushing grip as I read all the printed lies. “This is fabricated,“ “So you didn't kill him?“ “I fucking did. But–“ “I can't believe you killed him, Ryder!“ Jason cut me off with his cry of despair. “Best believe it. He hurt Hara. Death was the consequence.“ I flicked through the pages and back to the front page. “This is bullshit!“ “You just admitted you killed him,“ “Yes, I did. But whoever wrote this is trying to make me look sinister and monstrous. They're insinuating that I've lost my mind!“ “Well, you have. You fucking have!“ Jason ruffled his hair in distress. “How do you not listen?!“ “I killed h

"He's going to come walking along one day and-" "And I'll kill him." I narrow my eyes on him. "Don't be like that." He still doesn't move from where he stands. The man from the Discipline Pack that Mara mentioned has already arrived, and I'm curious to meet him. What if he is my other mate? How would he react to finding out he would be sharing with an Alpha. Not thrilled, I'm sure. Especially since it is Fate's doing. "The man is a bounty hunter that used to work for Kaden. He's no good anyway," Rylan comments, already knowing that is why I'm wanting to leave.

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

"I gotta go and find Ryder. Xavier said then looked for his best friend/ enemy, Ryder Jackson. He is the worst human being in the world. An asshole, arrogant, jerk, My brother's best friend, Alpha's son, and my enemy. He has never been nice to me. He always finds a way to embarrass me and try to keep people away from me. Like I have this crush back in 6th grade and we just started talking then all of a sudden, he stopped. I knew because whenever he would try, Ryder suddenly pops up. Ryder Jackson couldn't care less about me. All the mean comments and pranks he did. It just seems impossible for him to say something nice without any catch. He has dark brown hair with natural light brown highli

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

To think that Ryder would be a super cultivator just like Daryl and his master, Finnley… What a shocking turn of events… “Well… He’s a solitary cultivator, though things weren’t always that way… He used to be part of the seventy-two disciples in the Thunder Sword Sect. After an event thirty years ago, however, he became the only one left in the sect. Regardless, though he’s an evil and ruthless man, he’s also undeniably talented. After all, he already had an eye for the map to Fyre Cave from three decades ago! He was—and probably still is—determined to enter the cave to retrieve the records of a legendary skill… Needless to say, he’s a martial arts fanatic!” explained Walter as he remained i

She looks towards the right realizing one of the men holds a riffle and she runs, pulling the trigger upwards making the man miss his target from firing at Ty. He's angered and throws the riffle to the ground, grasping the young girl by the throat. But soon is taken down and torn into Two by Tyler. Her eyes widen and mouth gawked open as her face becomes blotched with droplets of the man dead on the ground. She takes a steps back and gulps down hard. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise!" Tyler holds a hand out as he tries to take one step closer to her. She looks towards the girls who are still embracing each other and towards Blake who stands by a man who he had to tragically tear apart a

Ryder stepped forward, "He was ambushed and attacked by a group of wolves which we assumed were from Snowlake, and because he stubbornly refused to let any of his warriors follow him or provide backup, he was completely outnumbered. Even though he fought off the majority of them, they caught him off guard, and by the time he managed to escape, he had already lost a dangerous amount of blood… and he…" My breath hitched, and my hands started to shake. “He what Ryder!? What happened?” "He was stabbed with a silver-poisoned blade," Ryder continued . "He somehow managed to drag himself back to his borders before he collapsed, but he has not been conscious ever since. Their healers treated the wou

Ryder ground his teeth together. “Unfurl for meFlower,” he demanded, clipped as he felt himself get closer to the edge. He wouldn’t let himself drop though, not until he forced Ryder over first. Kyran latched his teeth between Ryder’s shoulder and neck and bit down, licking at the light wound only after Ryder cried out. “Come apart for me.” Kyran slid his other hand around the curve of Ryder’s waist and captured his dick, timing his movements with the tempo of his hips.

**Ryder** I left Demi, Selene, and Typhon in our apartment so that they could catch up. I’m glad she has them. I made my way into the gym. I plan to hit the bag for a bit then I may spar with someone, anyone, I don’t care who it is. I just have so much pint up aggression that I need to get out. I hit the bag once feeling the force of the strike all the way up my arm. It feels good so I hit it again, and again. Each time my blows are becoming stronger and harder. I grunted every time my fist made contact releasing all my energy through my fist. The bag swayed and I stilled it. I grew angrier and angrier. Sweat dripped down from my scalp, over my forehead, nose, and chin. Why the fuck did Zeus