Novel & Cerita Rudy Cod

“Juice please.” I opened the folder about the RYD Estate. It gave me an overview of their company. Their mission, vision, employees, awards and recognition and then their other achievements. The last page was about the CEO of the RYD Estate and my eyes widened after I saw a familiar name printed on the paper. Rogue Adams Ryder? Huh? Rogue Adams? Was it the same Rogue Adams I know? I gasped. If this is the same Rogue Adams I have in my mind, then he’s not an ordinary person. He’s filthy rich and…he didn’t tell me? It’s not like he’s obligated to tell me everything. I didn’t ask him either.

Koda did not say anything, but the dark look in his eyes only deepened. After a long pause, he smirked. "Rusty, don't you think Mr. Lloyd is a major contributor to my success?" Rusty reluctantly admitted, "Of course he is. Without him, we never would've pulled this off. Especially you… You wouldn't have come out on top in the end." Koda kept smiling. "So tell me, doesn't the relationship between Mr. Lloyd and me look a lot like the one between Corbin and Lorenzo?" Rusty paused, then his expression turned strange. "Now that you mention it, you really are kind of like Corbin, aren't you? But Mr. Dawson, what's that supposed to mean?"

He sized up Zayn with a glance and said with a smirk, “Zayn, you asked Rosie for a dinner date. Could it be that you’re trying to go on a real date with her?” “Who are you again?” asked Zayn with feigned confusion. The man’s expression immediately turned stiff and slightly embarrassed, his eyes filled with anger. How dare Zayn forget about him? It was absurd. He swiftly increased his volume and said, “I’m Rudy Lynch. Have you forgotten me already?” Zayn behaved as if he suddenly remembered who Rudy was. When the smile returned to Rudy’s face, he immediately said, “I don’t know you.” “You!” Rudy was infuriated. He had come there to ridicule Zayn, yet he did not expect that the man would be so

Rudy rolled his eyes and was about to open his lips to say something again when I interrupted them. "Alright guys, calm down," I said stopping them. 'These two will never grow up.' RUDY EDWARD KING, our younger brother. Always behaves like a child but is more mature than he shows himself as. He takes care of our clubs and underground fighting clubs all over the country. He also fights in our fighting clubs when it's needed.

“I believe Prince Torvin told Kodak as well.” “Kodak is the werewolf second, huh? He’s a nuthead,” Rylan said, shaking his head. Zeda and Carrie laughed, remembering their earlier banter. “He’s not,” Carrie said, chuckling. “Kodak is a nice guy if you get to know him. You two just got off to a bad start.” Rylan shrugged. “Whatever. I don’t intend on getting to know him, anyway.” Carrie shook her head while Zeda laughed.

“It looks like both of you has something to say regarding that incident.” "Rudy," Matt responded promptly. "He was the clandestine leader of the rebellion against Marcus and Ted. Mark and Ted held great power within the secret society, and Rudy possessed ambitious aspirations to overthrow Mark's dominance. That's why he orchestrated the simultaneous murders of both Mark and Ted. To further his plan, he killed Lucy, implicating me by exploiting my past grievances towards her from our childhood and the misunderstanding involving your identity which I told him it was inheritance issue. Rudy seized that opportunity to ensure I would be blamed."

I'm about to make my good-byes when the door dings behind me and Cody blanches. Oh no. "Marissa, there you are, Kitten." Ryland pulls up a chair to the table placing himself between Cody and me. For someone always concerned with staying incognito, he's doing a horrible job of it today. His dark wash jeans are normal enough, but the official team jersey and United hat declare him at the least a rabid soccer fan. "He calls you Kitten?" Cody asks, his face full of shock and disbelief. "Of course I do because she's my little bitty kitty. Right, babe?" Ryland leans over to me and tries to snuggle into my neck but I push him away rolling my eyes and scoff at him.

*****Henry****** “Cody…” I stood frozen, and the wolf jumped again and again toward Cody, but I didn’t know what got me as I stood in front of the wolf, shielding Cody from the attack. The wolf hesitated, its playful demeanor disappearing as it locked eyes with me, unsure of what to do next. My heart raced as I braced myself for whatever might come next. “What are you doing, fool?” Cody shouted, trying to pull me away from Rogue Wolf, but before he could do so, the wolf launched itself on me and sank its teeth into my shoulder. A sharp pain shot through my body as I struggled to push the wolf off of me.

An alpha, son of Harry Evan, alpha of the Crimson's pack. The man stepped back. He looked at me with widened eyes. "I've heard of it." As I saw the gleam in his eyes change, the man extended his hand to me. "I'm Cody James, a delta in this place." I lowered my gaze to his hand, then shook it quickly. While the others looked interestedly at me. If someone asked me to rate them, I would call them a promiscuous bunch. It was a little hard to believe that in Abrua, there was this kind of group thriving.

It disappears beneath the fabric of the tank top, hinting at a larger tapestry that covers his torso. "What’s that one?" I point to a symbol on his rear deltoid. It looks like a wolf, but abstract, geometric. "Ink," he deadpans. "You don't say. I thought it was a very specific bruise." I lean closer, squinting. "It looks tribal. But not the I got drunk in Cancun kind of tribal. It looks meaningful. Is it a gang thing? A badge of honor for every time you successfully intimidated a client into silence?"