Novel & Cerita Ryan James Haywood

After reviewing the surveillance footage, Spencer quickly brought Ryan's information to Damon's office. "Mr. Sumner, Ryan has had no prior interactions with Ms. Jayston, but his father was a victim in the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident," he reported Damon skimmed through Ryan's details, his brows knitting together as he paused on Ryan's photo. Ryan had a distinctive appearance, marked by a mole at the left corner of his mouth—an easily recognizable feature for anyone who had seen him before. Damon was certain he had encountered him somewhere before, though he couldn't recall where.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

"Mr. Haywood Senior. As a master of the southern martial world, aren't you stepping way out of line by interfering in the Rhodes family's private affairs?" This was Aidan Haywood. A legendary figure from Holtrien's southern martial circles—said to have already reached the rank of martial king. He was ranked fifth on the Underworld Index, even higher than Zachary, whom Andrew had recently encountered. "Out of line? The Rhodes are just ants beneath my feet. I'm giving you a chance to back down gracefully, to hand over power without bloodshed. But if I lose my patience and decide to wipe out you and your wife… well, that won't be fun for anyone."

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

I’ve known Mr. Hayes since I was twelve. Back then he was just “Uncle Ryan”—the guy who grilled burgers at every backyard barbecue, tossed footballs with us in the yard, always in faded tees that showed off arms still ripped from his construction days. Now I’m twenty-one. He’s forty-five. Still built like he could bench-press me without breaking a sweat. Still has that easy laugh. Still looks at me sometimes like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t.

"That's right, you should look for Woody Henderson. He's the one who saved Pamela from Mr. Tanner, so he's definitely involved in this. "Did you forget that he was the one who paralyzed you, Mr. Ryan? Think about it. You're Mr. Tanner's only son. This is such a huge feud, and he would never let that guy off so easily. "What's more, he even allowed him to take Pamela away. There's clearly something fishy about him!" Ryan knitted his brows in anger. "Now that he mentioned it, it does seem like Woody Henderson is very suspicious. "I remember now! He was the Cartwrights' esteemed guest, and that bitch, Helen Cartwright, even stood up for him before."

“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.

exercised since he joined up and probably for decades now. Yet, it wasn’t something that Ryan was willing to risk. The whole situation was affecting him badly as he thought over plans. Each one seemed more futile than the last. The frustration was probably reflecting on his face as he had noticed Hailey giving him a weird look last time he went to check on Trey. He didn’t want her to know how bleak their situation was. It was best to keep her in the dark, his face however gave away details of his mind’s present turmoil. Ryan decided then to keep his distance and worry in his own company. He stood up and went to check the perimeters of their camp. It was standard Hunter protocol but it meant

The county jail holding area was eerily quiet at 3:17 AM. Only cell number 4 was occupied. Officer Ryan Hale, 37 years old, sat at the small desk outside the cells, finishing the last of his night shift paperwork. He was a tall, imposing man, 6’3”, broad-shouldered, and the kind of calm, authoritative presence that made people nervous.

Rhodes had been my father's most capable man, and Ryan had always been wary of him. "They met six months ago," Rhodes said, brief as ever. "During the Crane Harbor riots, Ryan caught a stray bullet and holed up in a butcher's house. Hailey is the butcher's daughter." Six months ago. No wonder Ryan had been so careful about his appearance lately. New clothes in shades of powder blue I'd never seen him wear, a different watch, even a new cologne. So those weekend business trips were just overtime spent on Hailey. I drew a slow breath and pushed down the bitterness in my chest.