Michael Scott Ryan Novels & Stories

"Your boss really doesn't seem pleasant at all. Who disturbs someone with work at this hour?" "You have no idea. He can be much worse than that." "I've heard about him... Nathan Ryan, right? Young and successful. Built an empire." "He's a jerk." The words come out automatically. Michael looks surprised. "Sorry, it must be the drink. I didn't mean that." "I already know that side of you, don't forget. Can I ask you a question?" "You already did." "Okay, smartypants. I never understood... why did you change your mind on the night before the trip?"

I added feeling him following behind me. When I got inside, I saw Ryan in my office holding a glass of my good bourbon. That woman, I meant for her to get him.... water maybe... not my personal stock. I shook my head and smiled as I walked into the office. "I'm sorry boss. I just lost my head when I saw him standing out there. He wears the blood of many from the past. He isn't a good man." I walked to the bar and poured myself a drink. "Most of us aren't. I understand he hurt you personally. He has been told to stay clear of you, and I will give you the same order." Ryan nodded, sitting his glass with the other dirty ones on the bar. I looked at Sandra, who was smiling at him, but looked tro

She asked. Silence took charge for a moment. “I'm going crazy, Kate. I need to see you before I lose it. I can't take it anymore.” Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she heard. She was left in a complete state of confusion and sorrow. Michael cleared his throat, “Ryan did some digging. I asked him to. I struggled to believe what he told me. I told myself a million times that I was wrong,” he continued in a low tone. “That it wasn't possible that it was you. I thought I was hallucinating. But…”

My voice shakes. Ryan grins at me. “I can do that.” The man’s body is nearly perfect, and I resist the urge to reach out and touch him to make sure he’s real. “I’ll get the fan from my bedroom. You just stay there.” I chuckle. “And look hot.” Despite my orders, he follows me into the room and leans in close to help get the fan out of the window. “I’m more than a hot body, you know.” It’s true. Ryan’s a computer programmer, according to the rest of his profile, which I decided to read after we matched. “Brains and brawn. Lucky me.”

ryan hit the mic with his one thumb. Everyone looks him in confusion. "Opps looking at this Mike i wanted to to sing a song that's why doing a testing" Everyone laughs on his joke. "Okay fine let's end fun and jokes here now let's come to the section." Ryan gets serious all of Sudden. "I hope you all know me, still I introduce myself. Myself Ryan Wilson, son of Edward Wilson and CEO of the company. He's my business partner and brother in law Mr. Paul grey."

Ryan made it seem as if she and Rodney were the cruellest among them. "Yeah, but you and Rodney are the ones who would gain the highest benefit from this plan. I only want Kathleen and then go back to Thompson Corporation. I'm not even interested to have the microchip project," Ryan retorted. 'Why would I need it anyway? Kathleen's brain and skills worthed more than that damn microchip project,' he continued in his heart. ***

“She’s refusing to leave her penthouse. Apparently she’s hungover. You might want to handle this personally.” Ryan didn’t respond. He just stepped out into the rain, letting droplets slide down his short-cropped dark hair and chiseled jawline. He walked into the marble lobby, flashing his ID to the security staff who stepped aside instantly. Everyone in the private security world knew Ryan Cole. Ex-Marine sniper, turned elite bodyguard with a reputation for getting the job done – by any means necessary.

It wasn't fear, Garrey wasn't afraid of anything. It was just simple common sense and avoiding life - threatening situations when they could be avoided. "Oh, and Gary?" Richard asked. Oh, no. "Yes?" "What was Killian's bodyguard name again?" "It's Scott. Michael Scott." "Right. " Richard said thoughtfully. He'd never asked about a bodyguard's name before. Not ever. " All right, then. Thank you once again Garrey. " Richard turned his back on him, looking out the window again. It was a straight-forward dismissal and

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.