Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

Ryan hands her the plate of fruit, saying, “I'll take you out for some fun once I'm free in a few days. For now, just relax in the living room. You're not fully recovered yet, so it's best to stay inside.” Eudora takes the plate of fruit, shyly nods at Ralph, and goes to sit on the sofa. Only then does Ryan acknowledge his assistant's presence. He looks at Ralph and says, “Come in.” Without another word, Ralph follows Ryan silently into the study. He and Vivian were once Ryan's two key assistants, but now Vivian is gone. Ralph, with his tactful nature, has become the boss's most trusted aide. Inside the study, Ryan uses his phone and computer to remotely control his team of traders. Ralph is

Ryan feels his pulse spike. Who owns the McLaren and the Aston Martin? Certainly not Julie. Are these gifts from her boyfriend? Trying to win his wife over with expensive gifts? He parks his car, cuts the engine, and steps out into the evening air. His eyes catch movement ahead as Grant, the security guard, strides toward him, looking surprised and confused. “Mr. O’Brien?” “Good evening, Grant,” Ryan says. Grant scratches the back of his head. “I thought Mrs. O’Brien said you don’t… live here anymore?”

Ryan was the CEO of an power company and it was my first day to be one of his assistants, he already had two others but one was leaving soon and I was his replacement, I was feeling so nervous, Ryan was one of the most powerful men in the world. My hands was sweating and shacking, well my whole body was sweating, I needed to pull myself together, I’ve only just arrived to the building, haven’t even started the day yet, I quickly ran to the loo to just dry my armpits under the hand dryer.

A tall, handsome man with silver hair and a sharp suit walked into the hall. He looked exactly like an older version of Ryan and was followed by a woman who was beautiful, but had eyes that seemed too calculating. “Dad, Celeste,” Ryan greeted them, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his tired eyes. “This is Elowen, my wife.” The older man, Mr. Slyvarn Sr., stepped forward immediately. He had a surprisingly gentle expression. “The Mrs Sylvarn, it’s a pleasure. You have my profound apologies for the circumstances of your arrival, but we’ll have a doctor for Ryan here shortly.” He took my hand and squeezed it firmly.

I also rose to my feet and now my hands had tuned cold too. "Mum, please..." I spoke. She eyed me suspiciously before nodding. "Wait here please." I requested. I walked out of the room and approached Ryan who was already pacing in the hallway and murmuring something. He didn't realize my presence and continued saying something under his breaths with weird hand gestures. I got close enough to listen and he was saying 'Hi, I'm Ryan. Nice to meet ya!... No Ryan... she isn't your friend... Hello Mrs. Gray, My name is Ryan Brown. It's a pleasure to meet you... now that sounds better. Should I add... I'm his teacher?'

I tell him firmly. Rylan has a talent for switching moods in an instant. One minute, he's calm, and soft, when the next, he is hard and cold. Right now, he looks angry, with good reason. It's not the kind of angry normal people have, though. This is distant, and brooding, that suggests he's thinking some wicked things in his mind. “I don't want to do this, however, I have little choice,” Rylan says carefully. “I'm trying to help and protect you. I want you to have a good life, in safety and health.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

The voice was familiar, familiar enough to make my blood boil instantly. I turned. "Good whatever." I greeted and he nodded. "Good whatever to you as well." "What brought you to a club Miss Crane." "Not the same reason that brought you here." I said. "Here." Ryan came out of no where I gave me a glass of wine. "Mr Yuan?" He raised a brow from me and then to him and smiled. "Please take care of her while I mingle." He said, and left me there with the devil. I drank from my glass.

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.

“Mr. Hayes.” “I saw the news,” Ryan said. “About Richard Blackwood.” “Yes,” Elena said. “I didn’t know,” Ryan said. “About the emails.” “I believe you,” Elena said. Ryan looked surprised. “You do?” “Yes,” Elena said. “Because if you did, you would’ve used it already.” Ryan nodded once. “I came to say... good job.” He left before she could answer. Mercer watched him go. “That was almost human.” “Almost,” Elena said.