Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

Ryan asked abruptly. "Yes, one of the richest and powerful...he..." Just then a knock was heard and Ryan went over to the door to open the door, he just felt all fear vanished the moment Steve said he was Ria's father... He had thought it was Adrian's dad, in his silly mind, he was happy to receive his future father in law, Ryan opened the door and moved away for them to all walk in, three security men stood outside while the other stepped into the empty sitting room having just one chair..

I said. Just as I expected, he was rude as always. He gestured toward the door. “Drop it there. You can leave now—that’s the door.” The man sitting beside him gave him a hard nudge. “How can you be so rude?” He turned to me with a kind smile. “You must be Ellien—J’s new wife. I’m Ryan, his assistant.” But one thing stood out—he was avoiding eye contact, even though his voice filled the room. “Oh yes, I’m Ellien,” I said, pushing aside my thoughts and shaking his hand.

and I guess she is in her mid-twenties. "Hello, Ms. Daniels," Mr. Styles says, looking at her, and I watch as they shake hands casually. "Meet, Mrs. Bryant, my former public relations manager." And then he turns towards me with an apologetic smile. "Joanna, this is Marina Daniels, our new PR manager." The girl grins at me as she stretches her hand to shake mine. I smirk at her and I storm out of the office with tears running down my cheeks.

Kellan retorted. Ryan nodded, breathing in. He stood up, and extended his hand to Scarlett. "Ryan Stewart." "I'm Scarlett." Scarlett replied as she took the young man's hand with that confused look still on her face. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, my King?" Ryan asked, turning back to look at the king. "No, Ryan. That will be all for now. You can drive back to town." Kellan replied. "Okay, boss. See you later, Ms." Few second later, Ryan was out of the house.

She explained and I nodded with a small smile. “Oh… hello dear, I didn’t see you there.” I turned to know she was speaking with Ryan. Ryan smiled shyly at her and I could swear I saw him blushing. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Mars, I’m Ryan Russell a lawyer and also a friend of Gwen.” He introduced himself and with the smile on Mom’s face, I could tell that she was impressed. I wasn’t surprised that Ryan knew my mom, I mean who doesn’t know the Mars, they are one of the wealthiest families in the world.

They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal. Kyle, on the other hand, was standing firm with his sword dripping with blood. I could see the grin on his face as Ryu scouted the area for the next personal assistant. “Miss Samantha over here shall now take charge as my personal assistant.” I rose up, walking towards Ryu with clenched fists. I was going to kill him and bring his head back home as a gift to my father. He was going to get it—a taste of his own medicine. “Miss Samantha, are you alright?” Ryu asked, taking my hand in his.

He clasped Mariano's hand for a firm shake, then took mine, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Mariano," The man said, "Its a pleasure to see you again." He nodded, then looked at me. "This is my Isabelle. Bella, this is Ralph, the head of the Irish Mob." I smiled at him. "Congratulations for the new consigliere, Ralph." He nodded at me. "Thank you." When he was gone, I finally breathed. "Such a good girl," Mariano whispered enticingly, "Keep it up and I shall reward you tonight."

" Mr Sly.." " Call me Rian," the bulky looking man with sharp jaw and a unnaturally large lips said relaxing into his office chair. He was wearing an expensive black suit, the type that are used for funeral services. A black hat was hanging at the side of his head, Julianne noticed the smallish mouthpiece that was hanging on the collar of his shirt and got suspicious, maybe he was just coming from a mission, Mafia mission or robbery or anything at all Julianne could not quite place her hands on the type of job the man could have gone to or was preparing to go to. Ryan's profile record said that he had an office in Miami Bay (that Julianne's current location right now), the profile says that

"And what could this problem be?" "Mr Ryan is here to see you and he claims not to leave until he does"

"Great! Could you please wait for a few minutes? Mr. Ryan just finished a meeting. He'll be here shortly." "Sure," we said in unison. "Please, take a seat We walked toward the sofa. I got distracted as we passed a corridor with two doors on each side and a large door at the end, where four men were standing. I could only see the face of one of them, as the others were partly turned to the side or had their backs to me. Mr. Ryan must have been among them, not the one whose face I could see, as he didn't look almost thirty years old; he must have been over sixty