Judd Ryder Novels & Stories

I try to get up from the chair to see who entered. In between the reporters and camera flashes, I see a tall man in a black suit. The scene looks similar to the scene of a gigantic ship crushing minor boats and sailing ahead. He walks in straight like an Egyptian God, not giving a flying fuck to anyone. Reporters chant his name 'Ryan, one pic. Ryan', but he didn’t turn. His aura is powerful like a hunter, so deadly and dangerous. He seems to fill the space around him like some dark entity. I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom.

His voice cracks and becomes high-pitched, as if he had just hit puberty, and I can't help but snicker. "Fine? Is she really just fine? Fine doesn't cut it for me. Fine is too neutral. I don't like neutral." Thomas's gaze falls on the man's nametag. "Jester. So, tell me, is she great? Healthy? Do I need to worry about her not being able to breathe in the middle of the night?" Jester shakes his head as he places an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. Ah, that feels good. I take a deep breath, savoring the oxygen, and then relax.

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

“Long time no hear, I trust you are well?” “I am thank you Mr. Rydal, I have something interesting that I would like you take a look at.” “Oh, what is it?” “I have a pin badge I’d like you to identify, I need to know what it stands for and anything else you can tell me about the group it belongs to. I’ll email a photo over to you, full disclosure please if you don’t mind.” “No problem, send it over.” “Usual payment?” asked Hugh. “Usual payment.” agreed Rydal and hung up.

"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—"

He couldn’t be much younger than Declan, with short, light brown hair and a handsome, good-natured face; and a runner’s wiry figure, with the look of someone used to hard physical labor. “His name was Ryder. He was one of Jasper’s men.” Declan ran his hands through his hair. “Ryder had always been deeply loyal to Jasper, willing to do anything for him. But at some point, he began questioning his leader’s brutal tactics, and started slipping information about the pack secrets to me.” Declan clenched his jaw in anger as he thought back on those days. Torn between rage and sorrow, Declan turned away from me then. “I don’t get it,” I remarked.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

I said in reply as I close the door shut behind me and took two steps towards him. Ryder looked just the same. Dressed in his black leader jacket with a white inner, not to mention his all time favorite ripped jean with black boots. He stepped further away from the door and into the street light as it illuminate his face, a purple bruise still outlining his sharp, well defined cheekbone and under eye. A fucking reminder of what I did of course.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Fuck everybody and their useless opinions. Ryder smiled and wrote a reply on the note. 'Thanks my dearest friend Love, Ryder.' He burnt the note with a lighter. CHAPTER 26 Ryder decided to go an early morning run, he changed into some loose clothing and walked outside. He saw Jayden waiting for him outside his room. "What do you want?" Ryder asked. "are you going for a run?" Jayden asked instead of answering him. "Yes." "Can I come along?"