Jared Rayman Novels & Stories

Two men and a woman, all dressed with the kind of precision that said this was just a regular Tuesday for them. “Jared.” The first man stood and extended his hand, broad smile, the easy confidence of someone used to being the most interesting person in any room. I could “You made it.” “Raymond.” Jared shook his hand briefly. “This is my wife, Nara.” Raymond turned to me and his smile stretched wider. “Well.” He looked me over in a way that wasn’t completely subtle. “Jared, you said you were bringing your wife. You didn’t say you were bringing a goddamn goddess.”

He unzipped it and began laying items out: printed photos, a voice recorder, a small flash drive, and even a second phone. “I was his fixer,” Raymond said, his voice low but steady. “I cleaned up after him, handled bribes, threats, blackmails... you name it. I helped him silence people, cover crimes, and transfer dirty money. But I can’t keep doing this. I’m done.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow. " So why did you decide to stay off now?” Raymond looked up at her. His eyes were bloodshot, tired from guilt more than lack of sleep. “Because my conscience is eating me alive. And because he’s still walking free while the people he has hurt are either dead, destroyed, or living in fear.”

Raymond was one of the people in charge of The Oasis and a Larson, so he knew Zayn. However, the question made the guard ask in confusion, “Who’s Raymond Larson?” Zayn was even more surprised. “You guys don’t even know Raymond? That’s the general manager of The Oasis… Never mind, get Mr. Layton here. He knows Raymond.”

He was informed. "Remiel and Raiden set a trap for one? Isn't that smart?" "Whatever you do or say, avoid Michigan." "Got it, thanks." "Stay safe Cerano." The line went dead. He swerved before making a u-turn back to his initial destination, a fresh revenge plan brewing in his mind. "Hospital food is ass." Raymond stared at the pudding that was originally meant for Tequila. "Teq?" "Yeah?" She looked and sounded weak. "Wendy's?"

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

Edward said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “I hoped Alexandro would find her before they reached Avalon. I was wrong,” he said. “But now… it’s too late to act rashly.” Jacob’s voice was cold. “What does Valerian have to do with this?” “Valerian… knows Maeron. He’s the only one who might help. But if Alexandro thinks I’m connected to Valerian, it will destroy what little trust remains. That’s why I stayed away.” “So you just gave up?” Edward asked.

“You bring me here to be your prisoner? You really think I would taste that thing your call food?” “I am Jeremy. I think that is all you should know about me for now. And you are safe here. You do not need to be afraid. Here, I will leave this food here. Ring this bell if you need anything.” He pointed to a bell hung on the wall. Then he dropped the tray of food on the table, turned and started to leave. “Why am I here? Is it my organ you want? Money? Just what?” “None of those.” “What right do you have to keep me here as your prisoner? Let me out of here!” Eleanor was afraid of getting close to him or any of them in the future. How they always manage to put her to sleep each time they got n

the mother guaranteed. “I trust you, Mom. Thanks a lot,” Rayan smiled. “You are always welcome,” she smiled back before taking up her cup of tea. Later in the day in Rayan’s room. He was holding a glass of whiskey with a stick of marijuana stuck between his fingers. He stood at the window, staring across the large compound. The rays of the sun flashed over his face and he closed the curtains halfway.

It was three in the morning and I was driving around New York pretending I was out clearing my head. It was just a fucking lie I told myself to pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to Hazel. My phone rang just as I pulled up to the address Ivan had gotten me. “Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals.

" Excuse me for this... Mr. Carson didn't want me to be held up in traffic. Jared laughed a little. But I didn't think it was a mocking laugh or anything like that. It was more like casual. "Don't worry, that made it clear to us." Easy.” He winked at me in the rearview mirror. Jared had little hair, he had some tattoos on his arms and he also had a piercing in his ear. His small beard had shades between yellow and red. He was a mature man, quite handsome, he looked strong through his arms. It was also seen that he was one of those guys who would not leave you alone at a critical moment. And it seemed from the boys that he would defend you from others.