Ryan Smiles Novels & Stories

Ryan puckered his angular eyebrows with a sweet smile, “To me… my fans and supporters are very important as my music… And I will always be grateful to them…” The whole hall reverberated with the applause of Ryan's reply. Jim and Finn were taking the sign of relief that Ryan is now handling everything fine. While Tara still laughing inside, looking at the fake and humorous smile on Ryan's face. She is well aware of the Ryan natures…! How today he had to act opposite to it…! It’s really hilarious to watch…!

His tone was harsh and I could see it affecting Jasmine. The stranger finally made his presence known, stepping forward with a shy smile directed at me before turning to Jasmine. "Hi, I'm Ryan. I saw this beautiful lady sitting all alone here," he said, causing Jasmine to giggle at her new title. It wasn’t everyday someone called her ‘pretty lady.’ A small smile tugged at my lips, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ryan. Thank you for keeping my daughter company," I replied, politely. "It was no trouble at all. She's clearly an angel, with her charming face," he cooed, earning another giggle from Jasmine.

Ryan seemed to realize he’d gone too far and raised his hands in appeasement. “I am perfectly capable of handling Savannah on my own,” I said through gritted teeth. “She always was a handful,” he muttered under his breath. I glared at him. I liked the normal, cold, and unemotional Ryan. He wasn’t nearly as funny as he thought he was. “Okay, okay, okay,” he said. I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and pulled out my phone, flicking through the photos until I found the one I wanted. It was a picture of a girl around four years old. She was laughing at the camera in that way very young children have, before life knocks it out of them. With that expression of utter trust and joy.

“Wow. So it’s my fault for being friendly? Maybe if you smiled once in a while, people wouldn’t think you’re a robot.” Ryan braked harder than necessary as they reached a red light, the car jolting slightly. He turned to her, his eyes blazing. “I’m not a robot,” he said through gritted teeth. “But I don’t need to charm people into liking me, either.” Amber rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Oh, please. You’re just mad because I did your job better than you.”

The smell of damp stone, the scrape of cold metal against my wrists, the sting of Ryker’s words cutting deeper than his fists ever could. Ramon leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The firelight dances across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint scar on his cheek, a remnant of a battle he never speaks of. “Jasmine,” he says softly, and my name on his lips feels like a caress. “You’re stronger than you realize.”

Ryan warned Liam as they both stepped out of the room. Liam was following behind him, poking him in an attempt to agitate him even more, and clearly, it was working. Liam didn’t listen to Ryan though, because he continued poking him and laughing at him while Ryan continuously swag Liam’s hands away each time he touched him. Ryan looked rough. It was as though he had just been dragged around, and it was such a funny sight to behold that Sammy and I both started laughing. Ryan, of course, didn’t like that we were laughing at him, so he shot us both the meanest glare ever, causing us to try and stifle our laughs.

Ryan slowly pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking up at her. "Not bad for a workplace quickie," he winked at her.

Ryan smiled over his madness and walked to the washroom. After getting fresh, he moved to his bed, but sleep was nowhere. Ariana took everything from him, even his sleep. He closed his eyes for half an hour, but he didn't get sleep. The time he spent with Ariana flashed before his eyes. A lone tear escaped from his left eye and absorbed in his hair.

A shy smile spread across their faces, accompanied by a sense of mutual understanding. Ryan's joy couldn't be contained as he gazed into Allison's eyes, his smile revealing his innermost happiness. He couldn't resist the urge to show his excitement, glancing down at his teeth in the pool water to ensure they were presentable. It was a simple gesture, a reflection of the burgeoning affection and desire that swelled within him.

he found the question as an sarcastic one Ryan frozed at the spot , Staring at his friend with wide eyes and eyebrows raised .He found his friend , smiling .Not even with Angel . Instead,now he's smiling with Sathya .And even he avoided to smile with him .Ryan changed a look towards sathya to enquire . " Sathya ...." Ryan started but Sam never let him complete . instead,he frowned ,