Jared Rayman Novels & Stories

The people who ruined her life. She glared at them as she noted down their faces, height, build, and everything. There were six men and one woman. They all had tattoos of a cat in their left arm except for the last one. He sat majestically on a chair behind her, smoking a cigar. He was wearing dark glasses and a face cap, successfully covering most of his face. Jade could guess that he was the mastermind. The others were just working for him. When she would take her revenge, he'd be the one to suffer most.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

What music do you like he asked, anything but rock. Chuckling he switched on the cars music system, putting on some soft R&B, as sunlight streamed in through the car. “im surprised there wasn’t a pack of paparazzi waiting for you at the airport. Though he was whisked through a private gate most people who saw him only smiled;” she counted two people who actually asked for an autograph and no one took a picture. There was a small chuckle from the front . btw this is jared my driver and head of my security. Looking in the reaview morror she glanced a handsome man with striking features of anglo and Middle Eastern heritage, chiseled face with gray eyes and stared back at her the remnants of a s

We are going to spend the day out away from all these, just like Neo stated it. As for Ryan Taylor, he is a silent guy. Barely speaking, barely moving aside from the fact that he needs to ask Neo, occasionally, about where we are going to go. He's tall like Joe but not as bulky as him. Ryan is thin, only slightly build and also, he wears eyeglasses. He almost looks like that guy from Harry Potter

Placing the phone back on my ear, I said, "I think he's here." "Shit..." And the line died. "Carmela." My blood drained out when Cyrus called me and I almost cried when I saw Cyrene, Tristan and an unknown man looking at me.

After reviewing the surveillance footage, Spencer quickly brought Ryan's information to Damon's office. "Mr. Sumner, Ryan has had no prior interactions with Ms. Jayston, but his father was a victim in the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident," he reported Damon skimmed through Ryan's details, his brows knitting together as he paused on Ryan's photo. Ryan had a distinctive appearance, marked by a mole at the left corner of his mouth—an easily recognizable feature for anyone who had seen him before. Damon was certain he had encountered him somewhere before, though he couldn't recall where.

Amelia The hallway outside Ethan's office was quieter than usual. My shoes clattered on the marble floor as I made my way to the front entrance, eager to escape the heaviness of today's session. Ethan's news about Ryan still lingered in my mind—a heavy, oppressive grief that I couldn't shake. I moved towards the door handle when I was stopped by a voice. "Leaving so soon?" I met Jared's eyes from across the room, where he leaned on the wall with arms crossed behind him, blue eyes fixed on mine. I smiled tightly. "Yup, long day. Ethan—"

"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

Landon didn't say anything till lunch. "So I heard Marijuana came to see you off today." He said nonchalantly, taking a large bite of his sandwich. "His name is Mariano." I said dryly. "I know that." He snapped. The rest of our friends coughed awkwardly. God. "What's wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "Can't you be happy that I'm happy?" He glared at me. "He's the wrong one." "You wouldn't be one to know." I rolled my eyes.