Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

“Do you perhaps have an appointment with—” Ryan cut her off before she could finish the rest of the words. “No, I don't,” he said while shaking his head. Sharon cleared her throat. “So, how may we be of help to you? You actually need an official appointment to see my boss.” Ryan heaved a sigh. Didn't she know who he was? He was not just a random guy to be treated in a careless manner. He was the richest bachelor in the country for a good while until he was pushed to marry Kristie.

The wαy he sαid it‚ so effortlessly confident‚ mαde my heαrt skip. Miss Clαrα turned to him then‚ her smile widening αs she looked between us. “Αh! You must be Ryαn’s dαd.” Ryαn prαcticαlly jumped up αnd down. “Yes! Yes! This is my dαddy! I told you he wαs coming! Dαddy‚ meet Miss Clαrα‚ she’s the best teαcher ever!” Killiαn chuckled softly αnd extended α hαnd. “Killiαn Wolfe. Nice to meet you. Αnd thαnk you… reαlly‚ thαnk you so much for everything you’ve done for Ryαn.”

Hutton knew that I wanted to meet him and of course, he was curious, but I refused to tell him anything before seeing him face to face. We were guided to the meeting room where Atticus was waiting for us. When we walked inside, I could see that Rayne was a bit taken aback. 'He is huge,' she thought, looking at me for less than two seconds. "No need to worry," I whispered, assuring her that she'd be safe. "Your second visit in a short period of time to my empire, to what do I owe the pleasure this time?" Atticus said as we shook hands then he turned to Rayne and shook her hand gently. "I'm glad to see that you're all healed up."

However, he couldn’t fight the need to see her and talk to her right now. “Ry…” Kyle stopped when he saw two men blocking Ryan’s way. “Miss, do you like to join our club?” “You will enjoy it!” “Sorry,” Ryan answered. “I am not interested in joining a club.” Kyle knew that Ryan was too busy to join a club. She even had no time to rest and relax in their boarding house. “Wait a minute. You look familiar. Are you Ryan Mcguffin? The one I saw from the online campus news?”

“Hold tight, Mrs. Ryan, your husband is going to take you on a long ride.” ____ A. Gupta

ryan hit the mic with his one thumb. Everyone looks him in confusion. "Opps looking at this Mike i wanted to to sing a song that's why doing a testing" Everyone laughs on his joke. "Okay fine let's end fun and jokes here now let's come to the section." Ryan gets serious all of Sudden. "I hope you all know me, still I introduce myself. Myself Ryan Wilson, son of Edward Wilson and CEO of the company. He's my business partner and brother in law Mr. Paul grey."

In those two years, what makes him changed so much? Well, that's because the man is not Zhang Wei, the pitiful cannon fodder, rather, he is Ryan, the Chief Inspector Han Ryan of the Ark Metropolitan City[The name of the town in Ryan's original world]. These petty thugs? He can finish them off in five minutes, without breaking out even a drop of sweat.

My voice shakes. Ryan grins at me. “I can do that.” The man’s body is nearly perfect, and I resist the urge to reach out and touch him to make sure he’s real. “I’ll get the fan from my bedroom. You just stay there.” I chuckle. “And look hot.” Despite my orders, he follows me into the room and leans in close to help get the fan out of the window. “I’m more than a hot body, you know.” It’s true. Ryan’s a computer programmer, according to the rest of his profile, which I decided to read after we matched. “Brains and brawn. Lucky me.”

Looking over at the three guys, Elijah smiled as they grinned at him, staring respectfully back at him. "Hello, Master Elijah, I am Ryan. I am a lawyer and a private detective for a living. But I also do some occasional consulting work, which means I am always available if there is a need to consult with me." Ryan said with a polite grin. "Good morning, Master Elijah... I am Matt, a boxer and an MMA fighter, but I also know some street fights and hand-to-hand combat." Matt said with a confident grin.

“I'm sure there are more male teachers around here that you can get whatever it is you want and even more. How about Mr Jeffrey? He's divorced from his husband of five years and has been without sex for eleven months.” He was also older than my grandmother, had an unattractive pot belly and smelt like rotten ginger, but I wanted to gauge Ryan's reaction, and silently prayed one last time against something that was beginning to look quite inevitable. Ryan stopped right in front of me, his destructive smile broadening and the two-inch scar on his left temple all but made his face look so fucking perfect. I might have had an easier time rejecting him if he didn't make my dick nod aggressively i