Judd Ryder Novels & Stories

I asked. “to win and come up on top, they have a condition, “she replied calmly, reaching out from under her desk, handing me an envelope, “ go ahead and read, “ she encouraged. I hesitantly took it, taking out the thing paper inside it, unfolding it. As I skimmed over the words my Aunt kept talking, “The Ryder’s are now the most searched celebrities in the world. With Robin Ryder’s net worth now topping around 32 billion dollars and Justin Star Ryder now being the most followed man on earth, his brother Chris Ryder the most followed actor on earth, the world has never been more hungry for them and that is why Julie- James and Flair Mag-”

I read the summary aloud. My heart hammered against my ribs when I remembered the glowing amber eyes staring at me in the dark car. The horrific puzzle pieces finally snapped together in my mind, leaving no room for human logic or denial. Ryder was not just a wealthy college student with a bad attitude, because he was the future leader of a violent, supernatural society hiding in the dense mountain woods. "Jaslyn, please tell me you are joking," Connor begged, his voice sounding incredibly small and terrified through the phone connection.

I thought he would dismiss her as he did in his office, but he surprised me when I saw her wrap her hand around his arm and whisper something in his ear. This made him smile as he led her to the dance floor. I shouldn't get jealous, nor should I get angry, but I just couldn't help myself. I don't know how Beta Rodriguez managed to suppress the effects of the mate bond while I felt this huge lump form in my throat. “It's hard to see your mate in another woman’s arms, isn't it?” I turned around when I saw Jasper standing next to me. He was wearing a three-piece grey tux while his hair was gelled to perfection like he always does. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took a large gulp of the liq

And then him. Ryder. He stepped out from the back room, wiping his hands on a black towel. Tall—easily six-three—broad shoulders filling out a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show forearms covered in intricate sleeves that disappeared under the fabric. Dark hair pushed back, stubble shadowing his jaw, a single silver ring in his left eyebrow. His eyes—storm-gray—locked on mine and didn't look away. "Mia?" His voice was low, gravelly, like smoke over stones.

“Hi, Liam. Never thought I would never see you here again. The kids missed you and have been asking for you.” “He was here last two weeks. Don't be overly dramatic, honey,” Ryder muttered as he walked over to the cozy den, filled with plush sofas and scattered toys, and then began to arrange the toys. “Ryder?” Judy growled warningly, casting him a long withering glare. Even though Judy was just 5”6 feet tall and a ball of radiant sunshine, she doesn't hesitate to put anyone in their place. The same applys to Ryder, her husband.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Since he wants to die, I'll help him die quickly enough! "I don't have anything to do with Jordan's death. This pauper killed him!" Ryder cries out. Mr. Bruce grits his teeth. It can be seen clearly on Ryder's face that he is lying! "You better tell grandpa the truth before I lose my mind!" A tall man abruptly walks out from amid the people and scowls at Ryder! This man is the same man who has a striking resemblance with Jordan and had pleaded with Mr. Bruce to stop asking questions and seek revenge for Jordan. He is Jordan's father and Ryder's uncle, Robert Boden!

She had fallen hard from the stairs. "We should interrupt, Dee," Ry mind-linked me, but I stopped him. "Wait for a couple more minutes, Ry," though I could see the confusion on his face, he nodded. "I will not do anything wrong, big brother," Ryder said. "Back off, Ryder," the man repeated, and this time, Ryder complied. "Fine, fine... Your values sometimes make me question your identity as a hunter, Jace," he said to the guy, who looked annoyed but didn't say anything further. Ryder once again shifted his focus to Arya, and I could sense she was slightly less scared now.

Ryder chuckled, and Liam turned his gaze to Alexa. “You were coming for a date?” He asked. “You also told me you were busy.” She replied indifferently, and Liam sighed deeply, turning away. “Mr. Jordans, are you also partaking in the fashion show?” Ryder asked, stopping him in his tracks, and Liam turned back, a light frown on his face. “Of course, I am.” “What company are you working with?” Ryder asked inquisitively, and Liam raised his brows. “Why do you want to know?” He asked, and Ryder chuckled.

He had thrown a varsity jacket over his training gear, his shoulders squared as he barred the path. ​Opposite him stood Ryder. He was still wearing his Westbridge team-issue track pants and a dark, heavy hoodie. His chest rose and fell in jagged, furious cycles, and his knuckles were scraped raw, dripping a tiny drop of blood onto the gray linoleum. He looked completely unhinged—wild, desperate, and terrifyingly out of place under the blue-and-steel State banners. ​"Maya," Ryder breathed the second his eyes found me. He took a half-step forward, his hands reaching out instinctively. "Don't listen to Geller. Don't sign a single paper. My father—"