Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

Serena looked at Xavier in disbelief, "Who is this person? You're actually so tolerant towards him. He’s been insulting you for so long, and you didn’t even respond. This is not the usual style of you, Mr. Blaze." "Sigh!" Xavier shrugged. "Christan Ryder! The hottest person in the entertainment industry right now!" "The Blaze family is so wealthy, and he’s just an actor. You’re this tolerant of him?!" "He’s no ordinary actor! At just over twenty, he’s already swept all major film and television awards and became the youngest ever Best Actor in history. The Ryder family has been in the arts for generations. His grandfather was a national-level actor in Vernon, and his parents have performed n

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

“What do you want, Mason?” For some reason, I didn’t even understand why, Ryder didn’t react to Mason’s insult. Which didn’t really sit well with me, given that I saw Ryder to be an impulsive jerk. But then again… Mason’s attention shifted to me. And for a moment, something flickered in his expression—something sharp and annoyed. Then his smile returned, “I was just curious to see if the rumors were actually true. You know the other day this jackass was zooming around on the ice in order to impress you and now you guys are boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s,” he drew in a breath. “Almost amusing.”

Mason froze for a moment. An invitation? He didn't have one. Wait—why would he need an invitation? He was the groom. Frowning impatiently, Mason said, "I'm the groom of this wedding." "The groom? May I know your name, sir?" The staff member looked puzzled and pulled out the guest list to check, but Mason pressed it down with one hand. "My name is Mason Ryder, CEO of the Ryder Group. If Madison Blake of the royal family is getting married, I am the only Mr. Ryder who will be the groom."

"She's supposed to be Noah's woman, but I think Cole cares far too much." Mason had realized then that if he didn't intervene, the Ryder-Yoris alliance—the backbone of the territory's stability—might crumble. He had to show me my place. He had to make me see that I was a shadow in Cole's world, nothing more. "Mr. Clark, I’m leaving," I whispered, turning to go. "Wait," Mason gripped my arm. "Cole just arrived. Look." I followed his gaze. There he was. Cole Ryder.

Even now, I knew they secretly still worshipped the ground Ryder walked on. Without a word, I closed the distance. My hand shot out, grabbing Mason by the collar of his t-shirt and yanking him up so roughly that his water bottle clattered to the floor. "What the fuck—! What is your problem, Davis?!" Mason cursed, struggling against my grip. "Tell me right now," I hissed, my face inches from his. "How long has Ryder known Mary?!" Mason scoffed, a mocking smirk appearing on his lips. He didn't look remotely intimidated by my captain status. "I don't know shit about his business. I haven't been in touch with Ryder for a long time, even though he's back."