Nice Guy Ryan Higa Novels & Stories

“She’s refusing to leave her penthouse. Apparently she’s hungover. You might want to handle this personally.” Ryan didn’t respond. He just stepped out into the rain, letting droplets slide down his short-cropped dark hair and chiseled jawline. He walked into the marble lobby, flashing his ID to the security staff who stepped aside instantly. Everyone in the private security world knew Ryan Cole. Ex-Marine sniper, turned elite bodyguard with a reputation for getting the job done – by any means necessary.

Gamma Gabe speaks, “could it be possible that he has something to do with the child abduction ring and maybe Sasha found out? Used that information to get him to help her?” Beta Charles sighs, “what does this Ryan look like, I’ve met a few of the depraved asshats in my day, from running errands for Stano.” Christov clears his throat, “he’s alittle over 6-foot, short brown hair, greying at the sides, brown eyes, no facial hair, wears high dollar suits, nothing special about him whatsoever.” Beta Josh and Gamma Gabe both shake their heads, “that’s not Ryan, Ryan is short, 5”8, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, full beard and on the chubbier side.”

A white dazzling smile. "I'm Ryan, and you are .... "

"Yes, the one who had hot pink hair last year." Ryan Hardy was a race car driver, a shocking choice of career for a girl whose father was a detective and her mother owned a restaurant. To describe Ryan, think Billie Eilish meets Miley Cyrus. She was definitely crazy but she had a chill personality, the type of person who knew the best places to hang out on a Saturday night and the best clubs to hop into after a stressful week. What her racing fans seemed to love most about her was her hair. Ryan's hair was always undergoing some type of transformation, whether it was an unusual hair cut or an obnoxious color of hair dye which would cause her to be seen from a mile away, she wasn't afraid to

A white dazzling smile. "I'm Ryan, and you are .... "

Looking at the person, Natalie raised her eyebrows in confusion. Looking at her expression the person said with a smile, "I am a very good friend of your husband, Mrs. Center. I am Ryan Rodgers. I came to see him after hearing about Lucian's condition. I came here and learned from John that you went to the IT department because hackers were trying to hack the Center Group. Did you succeed in stopping them? " Ryan asked Natalie and waited for Natalie's answer with caution.

Ryan had a very bad habit of being punctual. I opened the door to find the smiling face of a familiar Southeast Asian. Ryan Paul had that awesome Asian tan so coveted by our office staffs and a nice body complete with lean muscles. He had black hair and brown eyes, as well as a fairly angular face with cute dimples that made their appearance whenever he smiled. Overall, he was a handsome guy. This evening, he was wearing a black Armani suit and a red shirt underneath. He was a total charmer, and he seemed to like me, but I just didn’t feel the same way about him. “Ready to go, sweets?” he asked smiling.

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

“Don’t get me wrong. Taro was my best friend, we completely trusted each other, but that doesn’t mean that I liked the type of person he was. But who am I to judge? I have a new girl every month.” “Did you kill Taro Reed?” “Me? Oh please, no, I don’t have time or effort to waste on such a petty crime.” Ryan shrugged as the food arrived. “Thank you, darling.” Ryan then winked and tucked an R200 note into the waitress’s pocket. All three men tucked into their food and agreed to continue this conversation afterwards. “Jakins, you seem to be doing all the talking. Is Samuel like your sidekick or something?” Ryan joked as the waitress fetched their plates.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.