It Ends With Us Ryle Novels & Stories

I couldn’t wait for this suffocation I was feeling to end. ____ A. Gupta OH SHIT!!! RYAN, A CHEATER??? WHAT IS ROSE GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?

**Ezra POV** Practice ended later than usual that day. The rink was almost empty by the time the coach finally called it. The bright lights above the ice made everything feel colder than it actually was. My body was tired, but my mind was worse. These last few days kept replaying in my head. The cabin, messages, Mason looking at me like he was trying to be brave even though he was scared. And Kai smiling like he had everything under control when I knew he didn’t. Lila trying to act like she was okay.

Give me all the information you have about Scarlett *grins* Rylan folds his fist in anger wishing you appear in front and punch the hell out of him ....

Tylenol can’t push back the heavy pounding on my head anymore. Rylee hummed, pushing her thick glasses back up, dashing her hands through her fiery red locks. “I’m afraid of what he might do next, Miss.” “I’ve given him what he wanted, Ry,” I reasoned, “I’m not giving him more.” “But he will want more, knowing he has a hold on your neck with these files about Mr. Carter,” she mumbled, sipping her lemon water. The lemon disk swirling on the glass as she set it down on the table, bumping with the ice cubes.

i said and ended the call. I was about to go upstairs, when the door to Kalex' room slammed shut. I even looked there. Problems? I just shook my head and went up to my room. Bathed and groomed. I also received Ryle's message where we would meet. when I came out of the room I stopped opposite the door of Kalex' room. I was wondering if I should say goodbye or not. Atleast he knew. My brain said. But I think the pride of my heart is high, he said not to. It just seems useless. I decided not to. I'll be there for a while, maybe it won't take the night. Ryle and I met at a food park, he was very handsome in his clothes. Simple aqua blue shirt and jeans, he just wore walking shoes.

“I’m just bored and saw this private room’s door opened. I just want to interrupt you for fun. That’s all. Bye!” I was about to go outside when he held my hand! OMG! What is he going to do with me? “Not so fast, Miss. Since you interrupt us, maybe you want to continue having fun with me now? We’re just the two of us in this private room,” he said in a husky voice. Oh, damn! I should get out of this room immediately before he does something bad. He’s really my style, but I don’t want to flirt with him in this kind of place.

Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest. Even the black lace dress I had bought for our anniversary had been stained with a few suggestive spots of blood. The room was filled with loud, crude men. Whistles and teasing laughter echoed through the air. “Ms. Jones finally ended her single life tonight.” “So? Was Eric good enough to make your legs give out?” Their eyes shifted toward me, followed by another round of whispers. “Shane is pathetic. He spent years acting like a loyal dog around her, and he still did not get her first time.”

I was too pissed to do anything else, really. “…Let me see it,” I said suddenly, cutting their banter short. Ian unlocked his phone and slid it across the table to me. I played the video. The clip opened mid-play. The camera angle was from the stands—slightly shaky, zoomed in too tight—like whoever recorded it knew something special was about to happen. The score flashed briefly at the bottom of the screen. MILTON LIONS 28 — EASTBROOK RAVENS 10 The Ravens were on offense.

Abel said, “It's okay,” I said, “Bye.” I ended the call and my mood became sour. “Who is that?” Rylee asked as I turned her. “Abel” I answered and she frowned.

"She came back drenched to the bone, with cuts and bruises all over, and burning with fever. I told her to change her flight and recover first, but she refused to listen. While I wasn't looking, she grabbed her luggage and left. Such a stubborn girl!" Liam stood frozen, his mind reeling. "Mom… which country?" His voice was so dry it scraped. "Glanton. She's doing a graduate program at Calix University." She eyed her son's pale, stricken face with concern. "Liam, are you alright?" He didn't answer. He simply stood, moving as if on autopilot. Alexa, who had been listening from the side, felt a jolt of shock. She had thought I died in the accident. She never imagined I had gone abroad instead.