Mr. Ryan Novels & Stories

He look back at Ryan wondering what this jerk had do to her. "She's doing this for you" Ryan said walking closer. "I can't believe my girl fell hard for someone else without my knowledge to extend of humiliating herself in front of the students. I'm disappointed but I'm done with her anyway" Because of him? What does he mean? "What's he saying?" He asked with a frown on his face. Ryan walk closer to him, he raised his head and the whispered. "Do you think this over? I bet you have no idea who my father is.. A mafia lord in New York. I'm a son of my father.. Do you really think your little threat could stop me?" Ryan asked.

Hopefully, this Ryan wouldn't go too far! When Lydia was seated in the meeting room, Ryan and his assistant had already arrived. Ryan was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, with long hair and sharp facial features. Perhaps due to his involvement in fashion design, he had the air of an artist about him. But his eyes sparkled with shrewdness and ambition! "Lydia, I've heard so much about you!" To Lydia's surprise, Mr. Ryan spoke Mandarin fluently, and his voice sounded pleasant. He also took the initiative to shake Lydia's hand.

“You’re waiting for the wrong person.” “No, Mrs. Blackwood,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I am Mr. Blackwood’s second-in-command. My name is Ryan Dren. My orders are to escort you to your new husband and your new home.” His voice was cold and precise, as if he were reading from a script.

My clit doesn't. Ryan is the quiet one. Twenty-nine. Dark-skinned, tall, built like he lives at the gym because he does – he's a personal trainer. He speaks in short sentences and long glances. Never flirts. Never makes a move. But I catch him watching me – when I'm cooking, when I'm stretching on the living room floor, when I come downstairs in shorts and a tank top and his eyes follow the length of my legs with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. Ryan is the one who scares me most because his silence feels like a coiled spring and I want to be underneath it when it snaps.

Ryan looked to see who was in the room , his wife's lover ! He could not help but get more annoyed why was he seeing people he never wished to see at the moment , first it was Asa now Him . He didn't hide the displeasure in face . “ what are you doing here ? ” Ryan asked in a cold voic “ Not like i wished to be here , I did it so Nessa can get a lot of rest ” Rodney snapped in response as Ryan face was downcast instantly because he had put her through a lot *** “ the detective came by two days ago ” the person said to the receiver who snorted

Ryan made it seem as if she and Rodney were the cruellest among them. "Yeah, but you and Rodney are the ones who would gain the highest benefit from this plan. I only want Kathleen and then go back to Thompson Corporation. I'm not even interested to have the microchip project," Ryan retorted. 'Why would I need it anyway? Kathleen's brain and skills worthed more than that damn microchip project,' he continued in his heart. ***

She was still repeating that to herself when a knock came. Ryan stepped into the doorway, tall and lean, his curls damp, smelling like cheap body spray and shampoo. His hoodie was wrinkled, the sleeves pushed up to reveal a faint, still-healing scar across one wrist. His gaze was sharp, restless. Like he was always halfway between fight and flight. “You gonna cry if I nail this speech?” he asked, tossing a protein bar onto her desk. “You’ve been looking real stressed, Coach. I could offer a massage but, you know—boundaries.”

We’d have her all to ourselves with no rules and no limitations. *Hmm, mate!! About fucking time,* Onyx said, puffing out his chest. *Dude I can’t believe this is all happening. Renata has been mind-linking me, she says Missy can’t stop crying, but good tears,* Ryan said, over mind-link. I didn’t know where he was, but I had to imagine he was entertaining people, that was what he did best. He was actually very patient and good with the humans, which kind of threw me for a loop. I thought Ryan was a hot head for a long time, easily lost his temper. But people change, and sometimes they surprise you. Speaking of…

Ryan replied “ So where is your shop located” she asked “Sorry ma'am, I am not learning it physically I learned it online I have an online course for that” Ryan replied, smiling Madam looked at Ryan with her eyebrows raised. She heaved a heavy sigh “ Wow, that's very good. So, can I know more about you? Why were you driving your mother in law's car the last time? ” Madam Roselyn asked Ryan again “ Well, my name is Ryan Johnson. I stay with my wife and her parents. I was on my way home from the hospital after visiting my mother in law there” Ryan replied.

Even when I come across police officers, it’s just tasers or batons. But here it is, casually being held in Ryan’s hands with such ease, as if he’s done this a thousand times. No signs of hesitation, or fear, instead he is calm and unfazed… it sends the wrong kind of chills down my spine, scaring the shit outta me I have almost forgotten who Ryan is—- not just some nice, young, attractive guy living in this mansion—he’s the freaking son of a mafia boss! Not just any son, but the sole heir!