Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

I was still managing two shifts a week at Kroger. Ryan had actually become my best friend and I love his little sisters. They used to ait with us at lunch but they ditched us a couple weeks ago to start eating lunch with a group of freshmen. Ryan was so proud. I laughed at him the whole first day they sat away from him.He stared at them the entire time making a boy with glasses extremely uncomfortable.I found out Mr. Wilson is actually Ryan's dad. And boy does that man expect the moon and sun from Ryan. He expects perfect grades, perfect football performances, and perfect behavior but Ryan doesnt even seem to stress. The guy excels at everything without even trying.

"Thank you." She followed the assistant down a long hallway lined with minimalist art, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown timer. She knew the reputation of the man she was about to meet.Ryan was a ghost in the financial columns—ruthless, brilliant, and entirely devoid of public sentiment. He had taken a failing tech-manufacturing conglomerate and turned it into an empire before his thirtieth birthday. Nobody knew where he came from, only that he didn’t lose. The assistant opened the heavy oak doors to the corner office. "Mr. Hayes,Miss Cole is here."

His father's death had a profound impact on Ryan, shaping his personal and professional life. Mother: Eleanor Hayes. Eleanor Hayes left the family when Ryan was 14, taking a significant portion of the family’s wealth with her. This event left a lasting emotional impact on Ryan, and he generally avoids discussing it. It is advised to respect his privacy regarding this matter. Grandfather: He is 74 years old. He is the only relative Ryan considers family. He is pushing for Ryan’s marriage.Despite these challenges, Ryan has built a successful career and is known for his strong work ethic and leadership skills.

Ryan turned his head, only to find an old man already squatting for the chair. “You didn’t have to ask if you were just going to sit,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Haha! Don’t mind this old fellow,” the man said cheerily. “You must be new. I’m Joseph - Joseph Ehum from Room Bronze.” “Tch. Of all the things I have to put up with…” Ryan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, old man. I’m not in the mood to play friends with someone who might croak any minute now.”

Unbelievable! The car halts and four bulky security men hover in front of the car. One of them checks the car using a laser to detect any explosive item, another one checks the boot. I see one of them talking to the driver, checking for papers and licenses. Ryan nods at the security man on the check post and they lift the pole for us to pass. So much security for hotty. Who is he? I pay the driver for the ride. Ryan is still sitting inside the car looking at me with the alcohol bottle in his one hand. He looks like a depressed businessman whose company is bankrupted. Poor hotty!

My words were stuck in my throat when Ryan appeared with dozens of guards behind him. He was 5.9ft tall. He has black curly hair, Ocean blue eyes, tattoos on his neck. He wore a black gown with a black scarf to match. His presence screams power, dominance and respect. “Nice to meet you,in law”. He had a handshake with mum,mum was beaming with smiles,her eyes admiring Run adorably. Mother in law?. I stepped back,still drowning in confusion in the state I was in.. “Mom. You never told me you have a son in law?”. I asked mum,who retracted her hand from Ryan's hands.

I took a deep breath and said in a humble voice, “Mr Ron, would you mind to give us a moment. I need to talk to my husband alone.” Mr Ron gave me a confused look and then shrugged his shoulders, “Sure! I will wait outside.” Saying this he left and Ryan kept looking at his back until he was out of the room. “I swear I will kill him!” Ryan growled.

Ryan swallows his pride back and with much determination, comes to a ultimate decision, "For the very last time, solely for my own sake, I will just go along with your words without any single protest, Mr. Haughty," Ryan's fluttering murmurs can not pluck up courage to behave otherwise. Thanklessly, he had just a few small intervals ago shredded the unwonted apparel, now which Ryan will have to fish for and throw on again.

Ryan had a family. He has a wife and two daughters, age fourteen and eleven. A younger brother who ran a legitimate electronics repair shop in the suburbs and believed, or pretended to believe, that Ryan’s money came from import contracts. Can you believe this, can you believe this idiot has a nice family and yet he decided to rob me of my family by helping Martin elope with my woman?

My brows crease. “I'm sorry, my name is Leonard Kirk. It's nice to finally meet you in person.” “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Kirk. Since you already know my name… this is my brother…” “There's no need for that,” Ryan says letting go of my hand and shooting daggers at the man with his eyes. “Don't take much of her time.” “I won't.” The man agrees. Ryan looks at me again. “Meet me inside.” With that, he walks into the building, leaving me alone with the stranger.