Michael Scott Ryan Novels & Stories

Connor and Jessica stopped abruptly, looking at the man before them, impeccably dressed, with an extraordinary demeanor. "Who are you?" Ryan handed over his business card, smiling slightly. "Hello, I am Steel Corporation's Alpha Steel's assistant and secretary. My name is Ryan Mitchell." Connor didn't know who Ryan was, but he certainly knew Steel Corporation. Aaron Steel's name was very prestigious. Jessica also knew, so both immediately changed their expressions. "Are you looking for us?" Ryan took out documents from his briefcase and repeated their names. "Connor Hayes, Jessica Hayes, that's you, right? The photos here match."

"Look, I tried my best to find her! I really didn't do anything to her, just had some drinks." "I'll find out myself." "Mr. Ryan, we're all in the business world and will need to cooperate in the future. Don't take things too far!" Michael's expression changed, his eyes darkening. "I told you I didn't do anything, you have to show me some respect." "You mess with my person, and you still want me to show you some respect?" "It's just a project manager—ah!" Before Michael could finish his sentence, Ryan raised his hand and punched him directly!

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

When the room starts going wavy, I just look at Ryan. He’s here. He’s alive. I didn’t kill my best friend because I was too much of a coward to tell him I loved him. Oh, fuck, do I love him? “Maybe I’m out on a limb here,” Heather says, “but it seems kind of coincidental that Scott keeps coming up, right?” Ryan blinks. “What do you mean?” “I know you’re his class pet or whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “But you caught him accepting something from a dealer who’s been getting cocky lately, and he closed the Arkly early when we were supposed to be rush-printing a special edition. That’s weird.”

"Now, I would like to give you the option to see your mate again, if you agree to do this. At this point, I'm curious. If Sinful is so interested in Millicent, the Moon Goddess, then I want to know why. "You took over the Alpha of Purity's body just to tell me this?" There is a moment where I'm convinced he looks wary of answering my question. Rylan can keep his emotions pretty well when he wants to, so it takes a split second for him to mask it. Especially in his eyes. Those deep, soulless eyes whose persona behind it is something I don't want to get to know.

Freya turned around, only to see Ryan dressed in a dark suit. A ray of gorgeous light shone on his elegant, handsome face. He might look gentle with a smile, but she knew that in reality, he was restrained and stoic, just like his father, Prime Minister Snow. “I received an invitation card, so here I am.” Ryan shrugged. “Where’s Rodney? You look unhappy without his company.” “He’s over there.” Freya then went quiet for a moment. “Ryan, have you heard of Mr. Micheal?”

This is wrong. Instead, my pussy gets wetter. “You want Scott to fuck me?” I whisper, voice shaky. Ryan moans softly, clearly turned on by the idea. “I think it could be hot. He’s my best friend. I trust him. And I know you’ve always found him attractive.” He has no idea how deep that attraction goes. In my filthy mind, it’s never been a threesome. It’s always been Scott pinning me down, choking me, calling me a dirty little slut while he destroys my married pussy. Ryan is sweet. Gentle. He makes love. Scott… Scott would fuck me like he hates me.

" I said yes, I understand, sir. He wrote one thing. Good! So, he stops writing to me." How does he know my number?"? But it's Ryan fucking Scottsdale, you can never get by him." I am so fucked!

His muscular arms gripped the steering tightly, tentatively avoiding all the weak spots as he kept driving the large SUV. Ryan was an epitome of handsomeness; tall, athletic built, with amazing facial features that deserved more than one glance. He was also a matured guy, with a very stronger personality than his actual age. "Okay, if you say so." Mr. Stevens pulled a bottle of Scotch. "I thought the doctor forbade that," Ryan remarked, scowling, and it was always a fool's errand. Mr. Stevens was crazy for whisky, but it wasn't enough for him to be an alcoholic, thankfully.