Jack Ryan 소설 & 이야기

Livie Ricky, Kaiden, Zane, and I had a long talk. We planned it all out. I'd call Desiree, and ask to see her. Once with her, Kaiden, Zane, and Ricky would join me and try to convince her to help, but, without letting Skylar and Desiree's husband Cole know about any of this. It sounds bad, I know, but we needed to do it this way.

Jack said as he put his hands in his pockets and waited for them to come to a decision. Ryan felt like killing himself for being so helpless, he'd have never imagined that there would be a day when his dignity would be trampled by someone so badly. Jack was a psychopath, so it was of no use to get involved in a fight with him because he had already lost everything, so he was not afraid of dying.

Ryan removed his grip around his neck and coughed. "Where was your love when she met that accident? Where were you when she reached that situation? You don't know how damaged she was when my men saved her. She would have been dead if they delayed for a minute or more. You know nothing, so just shut the fuck out of your mouth." Jack shouted at him. Ryan was guilty. He knew it was his fault, but he couldn't do anything. He lost her years ago but he knew Ariana would be alright. They would be together again, and everything would be okay.

No older than eight, but braver than anyone I’d ever known. I grabbed his small hands, clutching them tight, then bent to kiss his forehead. My tears dripped onto his skin. “Thank you. Thank you, sweet boy.” “You’re welcome, Miss,” he said, his grin wide, proud. “I like helping people.” “This is my son, Jack,” the man behind him said, his voice steady but edged with concern. “And this is my dad, Ryan Smith.” Jack said in a lively voice. I looked up. Ryan Smith. Tall. Broad shoulders. Brown eyes warm and kind, grounding me when I felt like I was still falling. A man who radiated protection without even trying.

I asked. “I didn’t know her as Jessica,” Ryan said. “To me, she was Jay. She volunteered at the homeless shelter I was staying at, back then. It was after my last tour of duty. When I got home I crawled into the bottle and didn’t come out for a couple of years.”

He looked at me, eyes wide, as if he’d seen a ghost, and I simply shrugged. “Ryan, she doesn’t watch movies or follow any entertainment industry news, that’s why…” Eva tried to explain, but I felt a fresh wave of irritation wash over me. I had unknowingly insulted yet another person. I wanted to apologise, but he didn’t give me the chance. He cut Eva off. “I'm Ryan Williams— an actor and singer. Most people know me as Ryan Wills.” he stated, his voice laced with an undeniable edge of annoyance. He was clearly pissed.

Mid-sentence, a large hand suddenly wrapped around my shoulders from behind, pulling me in forcefully. The man looked at Jack with a stern gaze and a cold smile on his face. "Do you have a habit of picking other people's wives to work with?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" I glared at him, then turned apologetically to Jack. "Jack, he's just joking. Please don't mind." "Whether I'm joking or not, he knows." Ryan dropped this line, his hand sliding from my shoulder down to my arm, pulling me in the opposite direction.

It was none other than my school bully, Ryan. It felt like I was in a terrible nightmare, Ryan was Jack's son.

Jeremy began but got cut off by Jake T, a seven-foot tall alpha; “Dude, your mind ain’t here.” Jake T growled. “Hell, even my mind ain’t here and he ain’t my fucking mate. Tell us what we wanna hear so we can all get the fuck outta here. I can’t believe you actually rebelled when the Lady gave you that.” He jabbed his forefinger in Ryan’s direction.

“You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.” “I wasn't going to fake something like this for a show.” I'm not tired walking away. He sighed. “You really are a piece of work, you know that? Everything that's going around right under your nose and you just seem to miss it. Or maybe you see it, but you don't want to face it.” I stopped. He was the one man who could speak to me the way that he wanted, mos