Judd Ryder Novels & Stories

He wanted my rankings. My championships. My sponsors. Now he wanted Allie. I walked back to the table and opened the file again. There had to be a weakness. Everyone had one. Money. Women. Family. Fear. Pride. No one was untouchable. I began reading from the beginning again, slower this time. Chase Alexander Ryder. Age twenty-eight. Born into a wealthy and respected sporting family. His father, Ethan Ryder, had been a famous hockey player before retiring. His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children.

Knox wanted his champion sharp, and Ryder was sharpest when left alone to work. He moved through his combinations with the focus of a man who had nothing else. Jab, cross, pivot. Drive the elbow. Reset. Every movement was precise and economical, the kind of efficiency that only came from doing the same thing ten thousand times until the body stopped needing the brain's permission. His black hair was damp at the temples, his grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, the scars across his torso catching the overhead lights with every turn. At six-foot-four, Ryder Maddox was not a man who disappeared into a room. The other fighters clocked him the moment he entered any space and made their calcula

"The prodigal son has returned." Ryder walked toward the grave with a stride that promised violence and ecstasy in equal measure. He didn't belong at a funeral; he belonged in a bed, or against a wall, or anywhere he could cause a scandal. "Bethany Evers, as I live and breathe," Ryder drawled. His voice was a low-frequency vibration that hit Ruth-Ann right between her thighs.

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

He needed to reclaim back his position in kelvin's heart, and his status as the don of the green evil clan. But wait take deep breath, who actually is Ryder?.. Ryder's real name is Ryder Blackwood. He's the don of the green evil clan and also a skilled fighter and a ruthless enforcer for the notorious mafia lord, kelvin LaGraine alias K. Ryder's past is marked by violence and bloodshed, and he's been trained from a young age to fight and kill. Ryder's overlord, kelvin LaGraine, is a powerful and cunning mafia lord who controls a significant portion of the West Coast's underworld.

THE TRIP RYDER “Who did this, goddammit?!“ I grunted harshly, holding the newspaper in a crushing grip as I read all the printed lies. “This is fabricated,“ “So you didn't kill him?“ “I fucking did. But–“ “I can't believe you killed him, Ryder!“ Jason cut me off with his cry of despair. “Best believe it. He hurt Hara. Death was the consequence.“ I flicked through the pages and back to the front page. “This is bullshit!“ “You just admitted you killed him,“ “Yes, I did. But whoever wrote this is trying to make me look sinister and monstrous. They're insinuating that I've lost my mind!“ “Well, you have. You fucking have!“ Jason ruffled his hair in distress. “How do you not listen?!“ “I killed h

But I also knew who would appear on top of the list of names. Ryder Phillips, the son of District Attorney Maverick Phillips, one of the best players on the high school football team… and one of my closest high school friends.

That night she couldn’t sleep well. Ryder reached the Silver Moon pack within six hours. The jeep had really shortened the journey. Excited, he jumped out of the jeep and picked up his satchel from there. When he parked his jeep in front of his palatial mansion, his Beta came running to him. All the servants out there rushed to see their Alpha. There was a buzz of activity. His Beta Juan even quipped, “You look… refreshingly handsome! And happy.” Instead of grunting, which Juan was expecting, Ryder chuckled. He removed his shades from his eyes and said, “I am a new man!”

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"