Novel & Cerita Ryan Swift

I said. Ray stared at me. “You keep saying that name,” I said. “Who is Rylan?” The room went completely still. “What?” he said. “You’ve said that name three times,” I said. “Who is he?” Ray straightened up slowly. He looked at Marcus. Marcus’s face gave him nothing. He looked back at me. “Rylan Stark,” he said. Slowly. Like he was testing each word. “Elara’s brother. The Vipers president.” He paused. “Your best friend.”

Franklin’s POV I called his name once. He didn’t slow. I called it again, louder, trying to cut through the crowd noise and the medical team movement and the general controlled chaos of a player down on the ice. Rydan’s back was to me and he was moving with the particular directness of someone who has stopped filtering their movement through the consideration of how it looks. I went after him.

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.

"Yes, but you've already started to pour your heart. There is no going back now... Tell me how you feel about Celina being your mate." He laughs at my first words, then continues talking. "I hold resentment towards Celina's kind. Blame them for my sister's death and all. My parents hate fairies even more, but..." Ryan's face grows red, and I watch him scratch his neck. I have no idea what could possibly make him do that face. "But what?" I press further. His smile is lazy, slow. Bashful. "I'm eighteen and—" My eyes widen. "Shut up, you're not eighteen!"

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I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Arabella's tiny voice calls excitedly as Sinclair gives her a peck before moving to stand beside me with an arm draped over my shoulder. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal her. " He says, but nothing about his tone appears sorry. "Hey, Sinclair, right? It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Ryan. " Ryan greets, pushing his hand forward and Sinclair looks at it before looking back to him. "I don't think I know you. " Ryan chuckles and withdraws his hand. "I'm Ashley's friend. I've heard a thing or two about you. "

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

His words were really despotic. About twenty seconds later, a man with a pale face and skinny figure walked out. It was Ryan, Mark of the River Mountain’s CEO. He stood in front of a few dozen party poppers, and it looked like he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness.