Jack Ryan Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter, my beautiful. What matters is that it's something true for both of you and that he treats you with respect and care, of course." "I missed you so much." "I missed you too. You know, I think I had heard about this Ryan guy before." "Really?" "Well, I think most people in this country must have heard about him. It seems he's involved in a lot of business." During the rest of lunch, I told him more about the Nathan I knew. Besides, he was going to have to come up with an explanation for my father about his lie when he went to Dallas. He was in hot water, and I enjoyed imagining him getting nervous in front of my father.

I repeated. "Apparently he made a compelling argument about formation tactics and assigned targets," Dante said. There was something in his voice that wasn't quite dry humor but was adjacent to it. I said nothing for a moment. Then I turned and walked back toward the house. Jack POV Ryan found me in the east wing at eleven forty-two. I was sitting on the floor again. Back against the wall. Knees up. Old habit. Floors felt safer than furniture when things were uncertain. Lower center of gravity. More options for movement.

Ryan affirmed firmly, with a reminder, "you can stop pretending now. You're surprised expression doesn't look genuine at all." "Ryan Blake is the son of Jacob Blake, the owner of the Blake conglomerate, a multinational corporation." Ignoring Ryan's words, Ivy wanted Ryan to confirm once again, this time with absolute certainty. Instead of directly answering Ivy, Ryan nodded, not forgetting to flash a smug smile to taunt Ivy. Ryan was pleased that Ivy finally admitted knowing him.

“Jack, buddy, come here. Let’s not talk about that right now.” Jack turned to him, his lips pushing into a pout. “But I miss home.” It was hard to explain the whole fore situation to him. Ryan patted the space beside him. “Come here, let me see that car of yours.” Jack hesitated, looking at me as if waiting for an answer. I forced a small smile. “Why don’t you show your dad how fast it can go?” He glanced between us, clearly not satisfied, but after a second, he sighed dramatically and plopped onto the couch next to Ryan. “Fine,” he mumbled, rolling the car across Ryan’s leg.

I took a sip before continuing my rant, "And working a shitty, 9-5 job as an assistant isn't fun either! I busted my ass for years and have gotten nowhere! I'm a journalist, and have yet to see any of the world or write anything of importance." "You'll get there, Jayna. I can feel it," Just then Ryan signaled to Eddie to get me another round. The two of us sat together then, drinking and talking for another hour. I was definitely drunk, but talking to Ryan was making me feel so much better. Not to mention, he was terribly easy on the eyes. His tanned skin, dark brunette hair, dark eyebrows, and light brown eyes were stunning. He was also tall and muscular, and yet, such a nice guy. I was sho

His lips raised in leer, he moved back and gave some distance to her, immediately Tara took a gulp of breath which held it for long. “So, the deal is that you have to work for me to compensate for whatever damage you have done…OK!!!...”, Ryan uttered gutturally, his orbs observing Tara see her reaction. Tara's eyes widened, a baffled she looks at Ryan but the one person who shocked her to the core was Jim, with a perplexed he stared at Ryan, as he accepted that Ryan will definitely demand jailed for her, as he was very possessive over his things and that Black SUV was his favorite one, Jim remember the incident when the driver mistakenly put a thin line scratch on the car, Ryan beat him cru

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

"And I am the same son of a bitch you're terrified of, look how your fingers tremble around that old gun. You're never going to be me or like me. And this beautiful woman? She made a mistake getting with your pathetic ass. And like the loser you are, you played your hand and now it's over. You're never going to come near her again because she's with me now. And I'm going to count to five now and if you're not gone by the time I'm done, I'm going to make good on my promise. Consider this an act of kindness, because it really is. What's it going to be Randy? The 200 or jail?" Lisa was confused about the scene playing in front of her. Could Jack get away with being so smug with Randy? That woul

"No, he is." "I'm Zharn's assistant," she reminded me. "I've seen Sir Cage, and he's not nice. He's a robot, he's programmed, and he's dangerous. Yet, he was nice to you, and he said he'd see you later. Not to mention he has a gorgeous face." "He really does," I agreed. "But it doesn't mean he finds me attractive in that way. Also, I don't think I want a robotic programmed man." "Trust me, you don't want Cage. You want me," Alpha Jax's voice loomed at the back of my head.

she sarcastically said. Drake’s jaw clenched. He tightened his grip on Emily’s arms. ‘Let him be, Emily. He’s affected,’ Leia thought through her mind. “I didn’t know you’re that affected without my presence—” He cut her off by slapping her face hard. “I’m done with your shits, Emily!” Drake shouted nonchalantly. His booming voice echoed in the special room. “What? If you’re done with my bullshits, well, Drake. . . I’m done with yours too!” she growled. “Slap me? Go ahead. I don’t fucking care at all!”