Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

"The rules are simple. No violence, no weapons, and we are all here to talk like civilized men." "So, let the meeting commence." With that, he sat down as the men all remained silent for a moment. After a minute, a young and fresh face stood up, clad in a navy blue suit and a piece of paper laid out before him. "Boss, if I may?" The young man inquired as he turned toward Arcangelo, addressing him with a thick Irish accent and a bowed head. With a nod, the man straightened and took a look around at the men. "Good morning gentleman. I am Arthur Sutton of the Ireland Mafia and I am here to address the matter of the alliance breach by the Japanese Mafia."

Ryan. "I, yes. I understand sir,” answered Doctor Anna. "Hmm.. Yes I've gone first. If you find or hear about Doctor Rin, please contact me immediately," said Mr. Ryan as he got up from the chair in the living room. "Okay sir. I understand…” said Doctor Anna. He escorted Mr. Ryan out of his house. "Thank you, Anna. Good night..." said Mr. Ryan goodbye. Doctor Anna nodded her head with a slight smile. Then he closed the door. He saw Mr. Ryan get into his luxury car and leave with his four bodyguards.

"I could be that mole that you need to spy on King Sylvester." I studied him momentarily as the rain pattered on us relentlessly. I slid the knife into my pocket and stared at him, curiosity piqued. "Who are you?" The tall man with silver gray hair which was elegantly tied in a bun, grinned amidst the rain that almost made his face fuzzy: "Ryan Myers at your services and I am at your service." "Seen Vera lately?" "Yes but her situation is not too good." My heart skipped a beat. The image of Vera weeping after a tortuous whipping by a castle guard kept flashing in my mind.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

What better way to draw out this Ryan fellow than by using Alex as bait? *******

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?”

His words were really despotic. About twenty seconds later, a man with a pale face and skinny figure walked out. It was Ryan, Mark of the River Mountain’s CEO. He stood in front of a few dozen party poppers, and it looked like he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Ryan began, his voice rising as he took several steps forward, finger raised in fury. But before he could get any closer, Mrs Bennett put her hand out in front of him, stopping him. Her expression was tight, warning. Ryan exhaled sharply through his nose and stomped out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Once he was outside, he met with his father coming into the office. “What’s happening?” his father demanded. “Mr Smith is being a pain in the ass,” Ryan growled. “He doesn’t want to give us access to the security footage, and he refuses to tell us anything. But I’m pretty sure he knows where Monique is. He probably helped her get away.”

-------- Ryan After my session with Lisa, I drive home. Once home, I sit at the kitchen table, finishing my homework. Mom and Dad sit with me, watching Wheel of Fortune on TV. During commercials, we talk about my session with Lisa, the day at school, and their days at work. When the program is finished and I’m packing up my books, Mom turns to me. “Ryan. We got a call today from Mr. Shift.”

Sharon says, waving her hands at the Gamma and his fighters. “Yup. Hi,” I say, giving them a stiff, unfriendly wave. The new guy has taken my seat, so I continue standing awkwardly. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he says, reaching out a hand to take mine. His palms are soft and cold, like raw fish, and I have to swallow down the urge to shudder as he pumps my hand up and down. “I’m Ryan. I’m kind of the boss to these guys,” he says, nodding at the Gamma and the fighters.