Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

Mason wore a suit every day, and yet he was never ready to keep it on. As soon as he got the chance to get the suit off, he would always take it off without hesitation. It was his ritual, and naturally, Ryan was already used to it by now. “It's been a wild man. Last week, I met a mad lady by the name of Rebecca. She is everything young in a lady and more. Rebecca is so hot and crazy in the bedroom,” Mason said, causing the two to laugh. Ryan smiled and shook his head; only Mason would feel that was an appropriate answer.

Mason froze in shock. At the far end of the Ulrich family's main hall, someone was already sitting in his exclusive family head's chair. Ryder, his beloved eldest son, was now sitting there with his legs crossed, chin propped up, watching his arrival. Mason's voice cracked with rage. "You bastard, what are you doing? Get your ass up right now. Do you really think you're qualified to sit there?" This outburst showed just how furious he had become. He rushed over to Ryder, ready to jab his finger right at his son's nose.

If Mason really could not afford to wait around, why would he be in a mood for pizza here? "I'll give you an answer, then. No. I won't go." Mason smiled cruelly and scoffed. "Do you think I won't touch you in public? Or did you think I'm just bluffing because you're a doctor and have powerful connections? "Well, you're wrong. I'm Mason Jacobs, a prodigy of the Eight Great Martial Families. I can crush you effortlessly in every way, so I suggest you wise up." Getting no response as Felix walked away, Mason cracked his neck. "You're the first to dare ignore me ever since I became famous. After midnight, you won't even get a chance to regret your words."

All other assets, including but not limited to: - Ryder Enterprises and all subsidiary companies - The Ryder Family Mansion located at Lvenue - All properties both domestic and international not listed above - All financial accounts both domestic and foreign and also all investments not specifically mentioned herein… …all rightfully belong to Sarah Elizabeth Caldwell Ryder and her children, Katrina Jacqueline Ryder and Mason James Ryder. I am currently in the process of returning all these assets to their rightful owners as they had been stolen from them by me and my current wife; Emily Janet Spencer Ryder. All legal proceedings are in place to ensure that every asset I have ever touched is

It is the strange man I first saw in Ramsey’s house, the leader of the rogues. “Luna.” He says with a mocking bow when he spots me. Against my better judgment, I decide to have a conversation with him. “I’ve seen you around so many times and I still don’t know your name.” The rogue takes out a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette in his mouth. “Ryder.” He says, blowing smoke in my direction. “You’re not supposed to smoke here.” I say, waving away the smoke he blew my way. “Sorry.” He says but doesn’t put out the cigarette.

'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."

Unfortunately, a lot of alpha's take this as a free pass to act like entitled assholes who go around pushing everyone aside, and treating them like garbage. I'm glad I was mated to a great guy because Ricky is the total opposite of this. He seems ruthless and goes around with an angry-looking face all the time, but I know better. He's my Ricky. The protector and loving alpha to the Dark Moon wolves. And I love him.

I looked up at the woman who had a devilish smirk across her pretty face as she watched me wince in pain. "Miss, what are you doing? This man seems to already be in pain… If you do anything else, he could die." "Exactly, Lou. A brat like this shouldn't be allowed to live. The entire country hates him anyway, killing him would be seeking justice for the victims." "Miss, this man, is he…" "Yes, Lou." She replied with a dark gaze, "He's Thomas Landon's son, Mason Landon."

I brush lightly over the plastic cover on the photo, surprised at how beautifully the woman smiles in the photo when it was made clear to me early on that Ryder was the product of Felix's infidelity to Dante's mother. My head spins trying to make sense of the Golden family tree. "Why do you talk about her like she's dead, Mason?" "Because she is. She died years ago when Ryder was in his early twenties," he says with a nonchalant shrug, as though it's not important to Ryder's life story. "But she made her stance clear before she died." My brow furrows with such a harsh comment. "What stance?" Mason seems to hang off the idea of dropping this topic altogether, but I'm sure he was given the sam

“I know.” “Why?” He didn't answer. Amara waited. “Why do you keep coming back, Ryder?” His eyes stayed on hers. “Because I can't seem to stay away.” Her heart stumbled. Neither of them moved. Then someone shouted from down the hallway. “Cross!” Ryder looked away. The moment broke. He turned toward the voice. Mason stood near the stairs. His expression was amused. “Got a minute?” Ryder's face hardened. “Not now.”