Judd Ryder Novels & Stories

Ryder was certain that was the case when it was her turn again, and she insisted Maverick play. Ryder lined his shot up and froze when he heard her sultry voice whisper his name in his ear. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and exhaled as he opened his eyes and took his shot. He wasn't the least bit surprised his shot was a disaster. He turned and grabbed his drink off the table. As he brought the glass to his lips, he heard her sultry voice whisper his name and he downed his drink in frustration. As soon as Ryder finished his next shot, his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. When he looked at the screen, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar numb

At exactly the same moment, Judd called his older brother, Jayden Kempfer, who worked at HQ. “Jay, what the hell is up with Tucker’s faction? And who the hell is this Javier who came out of nowhere? I thought you told me Sucker Tucker’s days were numbered, man! But now this Javier fella just came out of left field and basically stood by him. How am I supposed to exert my dominance, man?”

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

That was a harsh death for any warrior that no one would like. Jin was a reliable man, better than the Roar. He had grown fond of him since they were children. Ryder was always the one that the people admired because he was often praised as a saint, an angel, or a savior. It was obvious why his sister Raeya liked him. But amidst all those good titles, Ryder had this selfish side. Compared to Jin, Ryder always weighed his options but Jin was quick to obey.

He smirked as he thought of his girlfriend blushing when he teases her, giving her the love she deserved and make her feel safe around him. "Your royal highness, the car is ready for your disposal." Warren, his butler, said out of nowhere. The man received the same training as a ninja warrior to protect the princes. His brother Caden, it's true that he got murdered by someone. It wasn't a suicide as the government said so, it was clearly a murder that Rhyker was going to discover. The brutal scene that he watched was when he saw his body flopped up from the ceiling, dark blood covered the white wall and nasty bruises on his fragile body. He executed the bodyguard that failed to protect him,

He pins me with a cautious look. “I don’t know exactly what you heard back then, but yeah. I took advantage of the fact that I was the J.V. quarterback and the tallest guy in my class. I figured out quick that if you could make a girl feel special for a moment, then it wasn’t too hard to get her horizontal.” I grimace. “God, you sound like a pig.” Ryder shrugs, the black T-shirt lovingly hugging his wide shoulders and muscled chest. “I was sixteen. I’m sure I was a pig. Then came you.”

"Well, well… look who we have here." Ryder took her hand, brushing it lightly with his lips. "And you, my lady, look absolutely flawless." Turning to Johnny, Valeria gestured with theatrical flair. "Johnny, meet Harrison Ryder—a cornerstone supporter of my soon-to-rise cartel. Ryder, this is Johnny Graph… the disgraced former member of the Scarehawk Cartel." Ryder and Valeria exchange looks then giving a wicked laugh, the sound echoing mockingly through the office. Johnny shifted uncomfortably, his face a blend of shame and unease.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

Jewel said, her voice soft and pitiful. Ryder’s mom sighed. She glanced at Ryder again, hoping for a reaction, but Ryder’s face remained cold. Completely unreadable. No one spoke. The air felt stuck. Then Ryder finally stood up slowly. His chair scraped lightly on the floor. Everyone stared at him. “Do whatever you want,” Ryder said. His voice was low and dangerous. “But let me remind you, Jewel…” He took one step closer, his eyes dark. “I am Ryder Black. More dangerous than you think. If I ever find out this is one of your tricks and plans, I will teach you a lesson that even when you are dead, you will never forget.”

But Jordan wasn’t finished. “And before you start,” he said, voice calm but cutting, “I’ve been around hockey longer than you think. I’ve treated worse. You’re lucky I’m not laughing at your technique instead of fixing this guy.” Ryder’s jaw twitched. His hands flexed. I wanted to grab him and tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. Jordan was doing it on purpose, baiting him, and Ryder was taking it. My stomach flipped at the thought of what could happen if Ryder lost it completely.