Kennedy Ryan Books の小説・ストーリー

"Celine I didn't know anything about the news. She only confessed her love to me but I didn't accept her did I?" "But you should have go after Tanya immediately the news got published brother! Sis Tanya needs you at this point of her life!" Celine almost yelled. "Celine you..." Celine opened her car and entered. "Brother please!!! I wonder what difference that's between you and Bro Ryan. You're starting to become heartless like him!" After saying this, Celine drove off. Leaving Kenneth in panic. Immediately he remembered his wife and daughter then he ran inside immediately. From a small hole connected to Kenneth's car pack from outside, Ryan Griffin watched keenly from the there and listened

"We may not have substantial proof against Guilford Kennedy, but I would have eyes on him." "But why would Guilford Kennedy want to hurt me?" I asked, feeling quite confuse. I mean, I definitely felt some kind of dark energy around the man, but I just never thought... "Many reasons, my dear." Keturah replied. "He is....." "That's enough." Ryan suddenly cut her off. "Thank you for informing us of the looming danger, but that will be all for now." Why was he suddenly being so cold? And what was Keturah about to say, before he cut her off? What was Ryan hiding? Infact, what was everyone hiding?!

“That’s just the part where I decide how honest to be.” “That’s never reassuring.” He pushed to his feet and wiped his hands clean. “Did Kaiden yell?” “No.” Ryan made a face. “Ouch.” I frowned. “That is not the reaction I expected.” “Kaiden yelling is easy,” Ryan said. “Kaiden being calm means he’s already thought too much.” I hated how accurate that sounded. Ryan looked at me for another beat. “Kieran?” “Angry.” Ryan nodded. “That one I expected.”

I didn’t have any accomplishments, certainly nothing I’d done to be proud of anyhow. “So what do you like to do,” Ryan asked. “I uhm … I don’t do much. I like to read,” I said, wanting to slap myself. Why couldn’t I be more outgoing? “That’s cool. I bet you like Heather Killian’s books huh? That’s what my sister is all into,” Ryan said, laughing. I grinned like an idiot. She was the most well known author of werewolf romance stories. I giggled. “Isn’t that the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard,” Ryan said.

They looked at the shelves. Ryan grabs all the books he can, with themes that seem relevant to the subject: “The Gods”, “The Demons”, “Forbidden Magical Arts”, “The Powers”, among others, and everyone picks one up and starts leafing through it and reading it. One by one, the books are returned to the shelves, and new ones are taken out until a small hand grabs Ryan's pants and pulls them. - What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to call if you wanted to come down?

"So he told the chef to fix something for us before he left again." I nodded, my eyes shifting to Ryan. "How was your day, sweetheart?" He shrugged. "Okay." His response was like it was forced out of his throat. That wasn’t like him. I reached out and touched his hand. "Just okay?" I inquired. Penny grinned, beating Ryan to a reply. "We went to a bookstore! It was Ryan’s idea." She said but Ryan's expression did not sit well. "Well, not really. The car stopped there for ice cream and then I saw it and Ryan said yes and—"

Shannon's brow raised up as she stared from her son to his dazed look. Dennis must have sensed Ryan's uncertainty, because he scooted a little closer to him and said, "It's okay, Mr. Ryan. You can tell me any kind of story. Maybe even one that you liked when you were little." That seemed to break the ice, and Ryan let out a chuckle. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you my favorite story," he said, leaning back in his chair and clearing his throat. Ryan started as he told him about the story about "The Little Red Hen" by Paul Galdone.

Ryan leans back, staring out the window at the fading city lights, his mind a jumbled mess of frustration and exhaustion. He feels Emily’s hand creep over to his knee, but he doesn’t respond, too tired to even muster up a reaction. ~~~ Later that night, Ryan sits up in bed, the dim light casting shadows over the pages of a self-help book. How to Avoid Divorce: A Complete Guide for Reconnecting. His eyes skim the lines with mounting frustration. The author seems to dance around the real issues, suggesting small acts of kindness and communication strategies, none of which feel remotely applicable to his fractured, turbulent life.

As usual, he didn't turn to look at me as I walked in and quietly, I went to my bag to return my books. I opened the bag and was about putting the books in when I checked and discovered the cigarette pack was missing. What? I quickly turned to look at Ryan and lo and behold,it was there at the top of the keyboard. What the hell? How did he... I huffed and shook my head. This guy's something else. I returned the books and went to lie on the bed and as I did, the sound of the keys he was playing calmed me a lot. He was so good at it.

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE