Michael Scott Ryan Novels & Stories

“Hello, mr. Russo? There is a lady claiming to be your fiancé and wish to meet you—ah okay sir….” The receptionist again looked at me and then my hair, “yes sir she has wavy hair” I looked at ber with raised eyebrow and she cleared her throat before saying, “….miss your name?” “Sapphire. Sapphire Ronaldo.” I said a little too proudly. She put the receiver down after telling him my name and then saying okay to whatever he spoke. “Miss, sir have said he has no fiancé and that if you wish to meet him, wait in waiting room till he is free to meet you as you have no appointment.” She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…..

"Exactly. And that energy. . . is what brings me to Ryan, or maybe Ryan to me." There is once again a kind of naked penetration of psychic disorientation, "Huh?" Both Michael and Allina's flashes round at the weaver mastermind behind LOVESICK. Michael's curiosity piques, "Ryan? Who is Ryan, if I may know?" "Uh- oh- um- he- Ryan Miller-" the tunnel of reverie made the conscious of pragmatic completely slip from Ethan's mind, until it is too late to repair, "Ryan is just… my trusty assistant. I apologise, I got a bit carried away, since Ryan is kind of a lot more than what meets the eye at the first glance."

After seeing the man off personally, David returned to where Garret had brought the car around. As David got in, Garret politely asked Selina, "Miss Miller, can we give you a lift?" David frowned at Garret, apparently displeased by his meddling, but said nothing and turned to look out the other window. Observing David's cold, sharp jawline, Selina hesitated before accepting the offer. She wasn't just after a free ride – she'd suddenly realized who the man with David was. It was Ryan, the youngest ever dean of the science and technology department at a top 3 university, who'd recently won a major international tech award. He was also one of the few rivals her two close online friends consider

Nolan: “Nolan, stop avoiding my calls. You couldn't have fallen for her. You said that it was nothing more than a deal and yet you haven't been answering my calls since you married her.” I read through Mira's texts. She had sent voice notes, she was trying to reach me with every possible way, and I've been avoiding her since. Not because I'm married, but because she knew that I had my responsibility. That I was under watch and yet she was not respecting that.

"Who the fuck is that man holding the lethal injection?!" Mr. Scott hid his shocked reaction. He hid his suddent trembling hands under his table. He gulped before speaking. "I-I don't know. We are still investigating," Raven walked away and brushed his hair in frustration. "F*ck!!" Mr. Scott knows who he is. It is Mike—Mr. Hunderson's only son. He can't tell to Raven with this messy situation. Raven will not do second thoughts of killing Mike once he knew. But the thing is, Mr. Hunderson told Mr. Scott that it might not be Mike. Mr. Hunderson had talk with his son, but never told him the whole truth of the truth, Mike always changes the topic.

I went bright red, I just walked in on Ryan fucking some women his office table, the women who he was fucking while having her legs in the air screamed “ get the fuck out” Ryan on the other hand looked straight at me, his piercing blue eyes locked with my hazel eyes, some reason I froze, he gave me a smirk while holding this women’s hips and her legs on his shoulders and he gave a little laugh, “ are you stupid, get out” this women shouted, “ ohh ohh shit sorry, ohh I mean sugar” then I quickly ran out and shutting the door behind me .

She sobbed, it was another surprise for me. Ryan was not only married but also has a son. “Ryan wants has a mole in Tristan’s company who would leak confidential information in the public which may effect Tristan’s business and reputation adversely.” She said and it was enough to alarm me.

I looked up expecting to see James, but it wasn’t him. The man who walked in was broad shouldered, somewhere in his thirties, with a scar cutting through the side of his cheek. “Miss Scarlett, welcome.” He extended his hand. “I am Ryan, Alpha James’s Beta. Alpha James has been briefly held up and has asked me to begin the preliminary discussions on his behalf.” He glanced at Mira. Then he looked at me and smiled just a beat longer than necessary. “Miss Scarlett,” he said. “What a pleasure.”

"Who are you talking about?" "Don’t fuck with me, Michael. You know." "Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" Michael taunted. "Oh, I will," Ryan’s voice dropped to something softer, more dangerous. "And she’ll regret it." My breath hitched. Silence. A long, loaded silence. Then, in a chillingly pleasant tone, Ryan murmured, "My lioness, your little message and stunt were all wrong. The outcome was supposed to be the opposite—but not before you get exactly what you asked for."