It Ends With Us Ryle Novels & Stories

I said. “The team, I like it,” he said and ended the call. I looked at my watch and decided to go home. I’d be there by four am so it was no use to try and sleep now. I drove home slowly and I could hear Rylee vomiting as I walked into our room. She had a slight bump that I hadn’t noticed before. I was watching her from the doorway as she stood up shakily. “Are you okay?” I asked her as she flushed the toilet and moved to the basin.

Rhys fucked me through it, chasing his release, while Rylan stroked himself furiously over my tits. They came almost at the same time — Rhys flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum, Rylan painting my breasts and neck with his. I was marked completely, inside and out. For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the soft drip of fluids. Rylan finally reached over and stopped the recording, then leaned down to kiss my messy lips almost tenderly. “Bet’s over, little new girl. We both win. You’re ours now. Shared toy. Permanent.”

“But you? You could still have it. After this is over. After we end the Skulls. You could go back to New York, to your photography, to a life that doesn’t involve guns and blood.” I thought about that. About my apartment in New York, my camera, the quiet life I’d built. It seemed like another lifetime ago. Like it had belonged to someone else entirely. On screen, the couple was kissing, the camera panning away to show a sunset or a skyline or something equally romantic. Rylan groaned. “Of course they end up together. So predictable.” Despite everything, I laughed. “You’re such a cynic.” “I’m a realist.” “Same thing,” I echoed his earlier words, and he smiled.

she added, a hint of amusement evident in her tone. Rylee, who was seated nearby with her legs crossed and her body slightly slouched, her gaze fixed intently on the glass in her hand, spoke up calmly. "Oh, they are." I couldn't help but notice the unusual sight of Rylee, known for her exceptional alcohol tolerance that even surpassed Ferris' own, sipping on what appeared to be a simple soda. This was highly uncharacteristic of her, leading me to wonder about the reason behind her unusual beverage choice.

"No, Danica. We both did." The faint light of the runes were reflecting in Ryan's eyes. Then slowly, he reached into his pocket and felt the small button there. It was the one he had prepared days ago. His fingers brushed against it. "This is the end." he quietly said almost like a whisper meant for no one but himself. Danica kept struggling and not aware of what he was about to do. But still, Ryan smiled. "At least it ends with me and not with them." He pressed the button.

" I finished, feeling proud of myself for how maturely I handled it. The look on Mrs Ryan's face was priceless. I smiled again as I felt Dean's hand intertwine with mine. "I'll miss you guys." Was the last thing I said before Dean and I walked out of the living room. ________

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but as long as I'm not looking back to match Rylan's scrutinising gaze, I'm fine. "You know, I would like to meet the Moon Goddess eventually." "She goes by Millicent." "That's useless to know if I never actually meet her," I retort, deciding that the only thing in the fridge I might like is an apple. I pull it out and turn around, facing Rylan. His arms are still over his chest, his gaze heavy with irritation. I take a bite, noticing how he wasn't going to reply as I continue, "Where's Kaden?"

I can't complete the sentence ahead when the realization hit me. Yes, I do have someone like that— Ryley. Damn, does that mean, I am his mate! Tbc....

" Sally's face went white. He stared at me in disbelief, but his grip did not loosen. Just as I was about to wrench myself free, a hand came down firmly on Sally's arm. "Hey. That's no way to treat a lady." I turned toward the voice. It belonged to a man in a suit. "Matteo?" His name left my mouth before I could think. Matteo Caruso was a senior at our school, two years above us. We had been on the same team representing our school at a national math competition once, though we barely spoke during it and were not exactly close.

“Everything that was said was just a means to an end. From the start, Chloe is the only one Elijah has ever loved.” With that, Tyler dislocated my jaw. An agonizing pain spread through my lower face, and saliva mixed with streaks of blood spilled down my chin. Tyler let go of me abruptly, making no attempt to hide the sheer disgust in his eyes.