Ryan James Haywood Novels & Stories

“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.

Jade says before running out laughing, leaving me to deal with these men who are looking at me for an answer. “You two can talk to your mates about this one, I have training!” I take a sandwich and run out of the door laughing. Wyatt mind links me, “I’m ravenous, so be prepared tonight and be ready to become my personal smorgasbord, don’t think for one second that I didn’t catch on, the guys know now how you girls and your dirty minds work. James is chasing after Amelia, her wolf didn’t react well,” He laughed. “I was hungry after our morning get-together, and I was just messing with the girls, I riled them up I suppose,” I laugh.

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

Looking up at him he smirks that evil smirk of his. “ don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling. Swiping a finger across my left cheek with his hand before turning around and walking away. Oh dear goddess this is going to kill me I groan to myself. Walking out to the car I hop into the passenger seat not waiting for them. “ hey I called shotgun??!” Creed pouted stomping his foot onto the ground standing in front of the truck “ No, I called shotgun!” Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger

Wade Roberto immediately hitched. "I'm sorry I was dreaming that we were getting married... isn't it weird." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with authority as he walked out of the office. "So what's haps?... Why aren't you at the office?" His voice barely above whispers. Daisy Hunter stared askance at the phone before placing it back on her ear. "I took a day off, don't you remember?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with bewilderment. "I was only pulling your legs."

Ryan sighed as soon as he took the emerald, he carried it out and placed it in his car waiting for Jamieson’s call again. A few minutes later, he called. “Available or not? It's one hour to six already. You know what, I have spent five hours with this damsel and I can't help but admit that she is so pretty. I have been with wolves but not with this kind of beauty so I would like to have a taste of her before I finally kill her.” He smirked which only infuriated Ryan. “If you dare lay a hands-on her Jamieson, I will chop off your hands and pluck out your eyes!” he yelled and meant it.

, Ryan asked Jim serenely with a blank expression, in his profound voice. Jim is Ryan's friend, advisor, and assistant in his business, moreover to say that Jim is his right hand of Ryan. It’s absolutely difficult to gain Ryan's trust and be enclosed with him as Ryan never easily allowed anyone to come into his life, there were only a few people whom he had faith in and permitted them to say or advised him otherwise he was odium when someone tried to control him.