Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

"Good morning, sir. How may I be of assistance to you?" "Well, good morning to you, my good man," Ryan said, then turned to Lana. "See? He is willing to help." "My name is Ryan Walsh. How long have you been working at this school? I am pretty sure you know the Walsh Auditorium—it belongs to my family." "Yes, I am familiar with it. It is nice to meet you, sir." "I know it is. Now, I'm spent, and it's been a long ride coming here. I am heading to the dorms. Would you be so kind as to help me carry these bags to my room?"

"Ah..." Ryan began nervously, his voice quivering. "Allow me to introduce you to Robert," he hurriedly approached Robert, who wore a worried expression, likely stemming from Rio's presence. "Who's that, Mr. Ryan?" Robert asked, his gaze shifting between Ryan and Rio. "Don't worry, Robert. He's my friend," Ryan chuckled, turning to Rio, who fixated his eyes on Robert without wavering.

I turned around, my face scalding red, and fairly ran back to my bedroom. By the time I reappeared in a black skirt, blouse, and black leather boots, Ryan was in the kitchen with Mrs. MacCruder. He wore a pair of jeans, work boots, and a dark green shirt rolled up to expose his forearms. Oddly enough, he didn’t look out of place at all. Not like a rock dude trying to pose as a country boy. More just like a really tall, really cute ranch hand… with a badass haircut and a necklace he might have gotten surfing somewhere in South America. “Hey, good morning,” he said cheerily. “Did you sleep well?”

“To think I was entertaining feelings for you, not knowing you’re the lowest of all scum.” Wait, what? Ryan winced, a hurtful look in his eyes. “You all won’t understand me, and there’s not much I can tell you for now… I will be able to explain everything soon, but that’s not the reason why I’m here.” His gaze shifted from my sister to me, a triumphant look on his face. “We’ve found Jorge Miller.”

“Hello, mr. Russo? There is a lady claiming to be your fiancé and wish to meet you—ah okay sir….” The receptionist again looked at me and then my hair, “yes sir she has wavy hair” I looked at ber with raised eyebrow and she cleared her throat before saying, “….miss your name?” “Sapphire. Sapphire Ronaldo.” I said a little too proudly. She put the receiver down after telling him my name and then saying okay to whatever he spoke. “Miss, sir have said he has no fiancé and that if you wish to meet him, wait in waiting room till he is free to meet you as you have no appointment.” She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…..

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

I brushed my teeth, showered, changed into a long blue dress, and put on some lip balm. When I was finished getting ready, I left my room and headed to the kitchen. On my way there, the bathroom door across from my father's office opened an extremely beautiful man. His shirt was folded on his elbows, and his tattoos were on display. Our eyes met, giving me a full view of his perfectly sucplured face. His eyes were dark brown, and he looked over six feet tall. As we continued our intense stare, my papa's office door opened, and he walked out. He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter."

"I see." She was the one who had caused Mr. Morton to suffer! She didn't look particularly special. She looked like a doll, but Ryan dared not underestimate her. He had a taste of her temper at the door just now. William then introduced Ryan to Valerie. "Valerie, this is Uncle Ryan, a former colleague of mine in the government. He has retired now and is working as a lecturer in a university." Grinning, Ryan said, "Young lady, you have quite the sharp tongue. I didn't even have the chance to answer your question earlier, and you think I'm a mute."

4 Susan's POV His handshake was firm, and his eyes were sharp, as if he was dissecting every detail about me. I forced a polite smile, trying to mask my unease. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ray.” “Please, call me Ryan.” He gestured to a nearby seating area, and we took our seats. His gaze never wavered, and I could feel the weight of his scrutiny. "So we meet again," Ryan said, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Tell me, who are you really?"

“He doesn’t really advertise it. Old-school mindset, keep the family separate from business until absolutely necessary. But… he trusts me to hold the fort. For now.” I leaned back slightly. “Seems like you’ve got the place running just fine.” He gave a half-smile. “Trying my best.” There was a moment of quiet. Ryan didn’t break eye contact. He was studying me, measured, calm, not even blinking too much. It wasn’t awkward. It was strategic. “So,” he finally said, fingers interlocking on the desk, “Mr. Kane. What can I do for you?” Just as I was about to speak, the door creaked open again. A woman stepped in, probably his secretary or an employee