Jared Rayman Novels & Stories

Either way, he wasn’t letting it slip. “Put everything we have on it,” Damon said. “If this leads us to the real ShadowByte, I want them before anyone else does.” And somewhere, in a city full of people, Elara Duval had no idea she was now being hunted from two directions. Late afternoon “Sir, you’re going to want to see this.” Jared, his head of cyber security, didn’t usually sound excited. The man could watch a building burn down and still talk like he was ordering lunch. But now, he was leaning over Damon’s desk with an open tablet, eyes gleaming.

" 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.

“Shit. I can't believe it's you. Thought my eyes were messing with me.” Hayden raised a brow. “You know him?” Jared shrugged like it was nothing. “I led his platoon once.” “That man saved my entire squad from getting blown sky-high,” Reyes added proudly. “If he says jump, we fucking jump.” Hayden’s mouth curved. “That sounds about right.” Jared ignored their comments. “Can we focus? What's the update?”

Doctor Anthony said softly when the door opens suddenly . An elderly man walked in with his hand bandaged and the side of his forehead plastered . “ I will be her donor .” he suddenly interrupts their discussion . “ Who are you ? ” Mr Ryan Reynolds inquires creasing his brows “ Well, I feel connected to her . Something pulls me to her .” he answers gently in his not too hoarse voice . “ I was involved in the accident Mr Ryan and I'll be her donor if our blood matches . My name is Tom Myers ” Mr Tom said introducing himself to Ryan Reynolds whose eyes bulges out.

"Ah, neither, actually. You see, well, a guy that works here kinda helped me a few days ago, and I want to pay for the dose of Otoforin he gave me." "Oh! You must be THAT guy! Dr. Kranston should be just about done with his previous appointment, I'll let him know you're here-" "-That's really not necessary!" Rayan's voice squeaked on the last note. He picked nervously at the hem of his bite collar. "You don't need to bother him, I just want to pay for the medicine so...." His voice trailed off as he noticed who had come around the corner. Damnit. --------------------

And on the other end of the line, was no one else but Isla, She exhaled into her receiver after receiving the news. Her voice sounded breathless, like she too had been searching through some other corner of the city. “Good,” she blurted satisfactorily, before her tone shifted once more into one that hinted of frustration as she reported the recent or rather negative update from her own end, “But there’s more…Tiara, the man from the dashcam, Raymond Colt… he’s gone. He’s already out of the country.” A heavy silence stretched between them for like five seconds, broken only by Tiara’s soft reply.

"Please prepare a feast." Victoria chuckled. "Idiot... how could you tell a maid to prepare a feast when we're in the middle of a crisis?" Louis opened her mouth. "Really? I just thought Mr. Raymond should be fed well. Do you get it?" Victoria giggled again. "Not bad..." Raymond watched them with a sly smile on his face, still angry about what happened earlier. Just then, Ryan handed an iPad over to Raymond “He is Robert,he has been in jail only once, and it was for 15 years” he said

He knew if Adam could not find a cure for the poison he created, then no one else could. “I’ve asked someone to look for Adam Brown.” Ryan gave Jeremy some hope. Then, he lowered his head to see the ticket in front of Jeremy. “Are you going to leave Glendale?” “I’ve arranged for what’ll happen after I die,” Jeremy said nonchalantly as if he was talking about something unrelated to him. “I wanted to ask you out to talk, but you’re already here.” “Do you want to tell me something?” Ryan asked in a friendly and warm tone as usual.

Ellen joked and we shared a little laugh before leaving for the physio room. Dr. Julian had his eyes fixed on the television set mounted on the wall at the end of the room. “Hey. Isn’t and Jared Smith on the news?” he asked. I looked up at the television screen and found footage of an accident scene on a news broadcast. And thick in the middle of the action was Jared. He was carrying a pregnant woman out of an overturned car. I didn’t miss the line of blood running along his forehead. “Oh my God,” I gasped in shock.

I call Jones. "Mr. Ryan?" "Jones, I need you to prepare the jet." "For when sir?" "In two hours." "Where to, sir?" Texas, Dallas. "Okay, sir. Do you need anything else?" "No. Thank you." I hang up. After taking the jet and sleeping for approximately an hour, I was counting the seconds for the damn flight to end. "Mr. Ryan, do you want anything?" Grace asks again, only ten minutes apart.