Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

"Thank you very much, Mr Ryan. We really do appreciate your involvement in this and we promise to do this job very well. " The head of the directors appreciated and shook hands with the man whose cold expression didn't change from the beginning of the meeting to the end. Ryan Allen was one of the most richest men in country B and in every other countries. He was in charge of many businesses, hotels, boutiques, importing and exporting. He was a thirty year old man who was mainly into business and nothing more. His life was kept private and he hardly made his presence known to anyone around.

It's another school day! My friendship with Ryan is growing every day and frankly speaking, he is fun to be with, just that we couldn't do without having arguments most of the time, I guess it's normal. We were inside the class with Mr. Aaron teaching us physics when Ryan walked in with his friends. He caught Mr. Aaron's attention and he paused his teaching. "To whom do we owe this visit, Ryan?" He asked Ryan "Nobody just wanna receive today's class here in their classroom" Ryan retorted

See you soon, Talia. Mr. X (offline).

Ryan looked at Lucian and said. "If I didn't have that confidence, I would never have asked you to do this," Lucian replied back. Ryan smiled softly after hearing Lucian's words. Ryan is the owner of the largest IT company in the country and he is an extremely skilled hacker that no one knows about except Lucian.

The pants matching the grey v-neck shirt he was wearing, together with his white slippers, he seemed like one of those runway guy models. Reaching us, his eyes scrolled over to Kenneth, then to me. He wiggled a brow at me. "If I may ask, who's this dude?" His voice was harsh. This was Mr. Arthur. I breathed silently, and made a short prayer. These days, Ryan had been pretty, I meant, very, very protective of me, for some reason I didn't know. I hoped he wasn't going to create a second ruckus tonight, just like Ralph had done.

Ryan nodded. "Alright. Let's do this." The following evening, Ryan stood in a deserted warehouse, the documents in a briefcase by his side. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited. Luca was hidden nearby, ready to intervene if necessary. A car pulled up, and a man stepped out. He was tall, with a scar running down his left cheek. "Mr. Kendrick, I presume?" the man said, his voice cold. "Yes. Do you have Iris and her mother?" Ryan asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

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.

This makes it easier. The plump lady, who had the principal tag on her chest stared at Ryan from his hair to his toes. "An handsome man like you don't need bruises as a sport teacher. Look at your skin" The lady complimented. "I'm Miss Shirley. Take a seat." Ryan walked towards the chair and give her a bow before sitting. "Miss?" He asked, she looked way older than that title. "Yes why? You want to take me to the altar" she threw her words

He then said politely, "It would be weird if there isn't any traffic during rush hour. You came at the right timing, State Mayor. For a moment, I thought I went to the wrong room." "Let me introduce a friend to you." Ryan looked at Jasper Milton and said, "This is Chief Milton, he's from the special forces military region." "Chief Milton, this is Stella Grace, a famous psychologist, and this is Bryan Fellow, the current director of the police station. You are all elites among the young people I know. When I was at your age, I was nothing." Ryan said and sat on a seat facing the door, as if he was the host. Bobby sat on his left, while Jasper sat in the most distinguished position on the righ

“Ryan, what’s going on?” “I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to trust me and believe that I have my reasons. Just stay calm, and I’ll explain,” Ryan assured her, and Scarlet would only stare at him, not knowing what else to do. “Is that a dead man?” she managed to mutter, and Ryan simply chuckled. “Not at all. That man over there goes by the name H, and he’s going to help us put Henry on the hot seat,” Ryan explained with a smile, which Scarlet instantly thought was similar to Henry’s.