Ryan Swift の小説・ストーリー

I answer the phone cheerfully. “Hey Cam. So about that drink you made, the one to get the Shifter’s drunk. Well, the good news is that it definitely worked. The bad news is that the hangover is killer and none of these guys were prepared for it.” Ryann sounds friendly but there is a hint of severity in her tone which tells me a similar incident won’t be tolerated. I rush to reassure her while doing my best to appear confident in my decisions.

They also couldn’t be more different. Ryan is a playboy. He loves the ladies and can charm anyone out of their clothes with a single heated look in their direction, whereas Syd is more reserved and serious. Ryan’s sense of humor is sarcastic and loud, while Syd is on the dry side and prefers to just sit in contemplative silence.

She sighed leaning against the wall. “ as stupid and reckless it might sound sir, she has a point. The element of surprise is kind of all we have right now. He won’t be expecting us to hand her over just like that” he snapped his fingers. Ryan has a point but it’s just way too reckless, he’s an alpha he could see right through her in no time. But I can’t seem to even figure her out so i don’t know maybe it is our only shot.

Slate. 💞🐺✨💞🐺✨💞🐺✨💞🐺✨

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

Lia muttered, quickly lowering the phone she was filming with. And Tiffany? She still can't believe her wide eyes as they stared at Ryan's ruined suit which has blue icing splashes. "Stop fuckin filming, and if any of the videos you've made appears online, then don't call me cruel when I have your brand destroyed" Ryat faced the guests as each word left his eloquent lips effortlessly. Everyone began lowering their phones for the fear of getting ruined. Ryat only speaks when important, and when he does, he doesn't bluff.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

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.

She couldn't even point out who had the best looks in him and Carlton. "Hi, Doctor Stacy. I am Ryan Park. Nice to meet you."

Ryan Carter—Damian’s half-brother. The black sheep of the Leclare family. The one who had always been left out, overshadowed. “Aurora Sinclair,” he greeted as he slid into the seat across from me. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.” “I don’t waste my time unless I see value,” I replied smoothly. “So tell me, Ryan, why exactly should I listen to you?” He smirked, sipping his whiskey. “Because I want to see Damian burn just as much as you do.”