Ryan Swift Novels & Stories

Ryan said, looking at his watch. “Give them a call. Where is your mother?” Aunt Susan asked, looking around. “Come here, baby boy, let's go look for your grandma,” she said as she placed baby Ryette in her arms and walked away. Ryan sighed and brought out his phone. He dialled Ryker's line and the phone rang. ** In the back of the Cmark- 15 luxury car, Ryker and Sasha were seen, sitting elegantly as the car drove away. “Why is he calling?” He asked, looking at his phone which was ringing.

Ari's POV "You didn't break a freaking wrist watch, Annalise! You didn't crash an expensive car or wreck a helicopter! You…." His voice trailed off and he turned around to walk away. "Hell no! We are having this conversation" She followed him right behind. "Ry, talk to me!" "My name is Ryan Darken Black!" I exhaled and waited for some of the anger to follow. Father mentioning his full name was never a good idea, it meant he was about to erupt like a volcano.

I tell him firmly. Rylan has a talent for switching moods in an instant. One minute, he's calm, and soft, when the next, he is hard and cold. Right now, he looks angry, with good reason. It's not the kind of angry normal people have, though. This is distant, and brooding, that suggests he's thinking some wicked things in his mind. “I don't want to do this, however, I have little choice,” Rylan says carefully. “I'm trying to help and protect you. I want you to have a good life, in safety and health.”

The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps. “Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight. “Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.” “I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.

Ryan paused. "I know you're banging Aria and I don't give a fuck about it so fuck off!"

What better way to draw out this Ryan fellow than by using Alex as bait? *******

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.

Gamma Gabe speaks, “could it be possible that he has something to do with the child abduction ring and maybe Sasha found out? Used that information to get him to help her?” Beta Charles sighs, “what does this Ryan look like, I’ve met a few of the depraved asshats in my day, from running errands for Stano.” Christov clears his throat, “he’s alittle over 6-foot, short brown hair, greying at the sides, brown eyes, no facial hair, wears high dollar suits, nothing special about him whatsoever.” Beta Josh and Gamma Gabe both shake their heads, “that’s not Ryan, Ryan is short, 5”8, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, full beard and on the chubbier side.”

Ryan is in control of business in the six provinces of the district. He is very business minded but the only issue was he is a play boy. He doesn't have a stable girlfriend not to talk of a fiancee. Ryan is 27, built and very much a gym guy. He has a majestic pointed nose and his pink thin lips were driving women crazy that they would do anything to be on his bed. Sure he granted them access to his bed but not to his heart no matter how hard they tried. He met Brianna at a club where he and his best partner in crime Leonard went to party last night. Brianna has thin waist and huge wide hips that drove men crazy for her, she has thin slender legs and fingers and ample body features.

Slowly, I lifted my eyes to meet his, letting the coldness in me surface. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice calm but laced with ice. Ryan blinked, caught off guard. For a moment, confusion flickered in his gaze, and then he let out a small laugh—one of those practiced, smug ones that never reached his eyes. “You must be joking,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Ryan Waters. CEO of Crest Group.” He said it like he expected the name to impress me. Like the world revolved around that title.