Ryan Swift Novels & Stories

Ryan hesitated for a second because it was midnight, and to come to someone's home at this time was not a good thing. "I'm sorry, but you have to come home." Ryan exhaled his breath and got out of the car. As he stepped out, he saw a boy coming out of the front door. Ryan frowned. He was curious to know who could be present at her house at this time. The boy also gave a strange look, but without talking, he passed away. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and moved towards the front door. He was about to knock, but the door was opened. He slightly pushed it, and the door went on opening, revealing his wife standing at some feet in the lounge. As he stepped inside, the eyes of Arianna landed on him,

Clementine My Friday shift went surprisingly well. And by well, I meant that not one angry patron threw a glass of wine on me. I took that as a win! Ryan happened to be working as well and joined me behind the bar. I could appreciate Ryan’s good looks now that I had no distractions. His eyes were a crystal grey that was ringed in a soft brown. His nose was sharp and angular, and his lips were thin. He had a strong jawline that was cleanly shaven and very straight white teeth. His smooth brown hair had just been cut by his mother, who was complaining it was getting too long—or so he had told me—and was now sitting under his earlobes at the base of his neck rather than at the tops of his shoul

, she yelled. “Ruthless Rockstar…”, a male voice replied to her, she glanced at the door, Finn was standing. Tara frowned at him. While with a smile, Finn muttered, “Ruthless Rockstar!... Ryan considers himself a Ruthless Rockstar… that’s why he behaves like that!...”. Tara gazed at the other side as she didn't want to talk about it. “This Ruthless Rockstar may be cold-hearted… But don’t know Why...I feel...Tara, you are the one ...Who can melt this ice …!...”, saying this, Finn turned to leave.

It was Ryan. He was just as I remembered, only a little more grown and buffed since the last time I saw him. Blond hair, sharp jawline, eyes filled with hate. So much fucking hate. He leaned back, tapping his fingers against the table. “You look good, Sinclair.” I didn't respond. Ryan’s gaze flicked to my untouched drink and a smirk pulled at his lips. “Still playing the part of the reformed man, huh?” I clenched my jaw, deciding not to fall for the bait.

If Stephen was missing, Rylan would know. His car wasn’t there. Maybe he didn’t have class today. I sighed, disappointed. Just as I turned to leave, a red Lenovo pulled into the lot. Rylan stepped out, looking just as flawless as the car. His hair was braided into a top knot that framed his sculpted oval face and prominent cheekbones. His forest-green eyes landed on me, piercing through my resolve. My heart raced as he approached, but I forced myself to stand my ground. “Hi,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

And now that I have … there’s no way I’m backing out. Besides, I think to myself, Ryan is pretty good-looking. Not as good-looking as Axel, but then again, Axel is by far the hottest guy in this entire bar. Ryan is tall, probably bordering 6 feet, and has a head of closely cropped brown hair. He has brown eyes and a pretty nondescript face. His body is really good though. I caught myself checking him out a few times while he poured drinks. Watching how his biceps flexed, and his back muscles tensed.

“Hello, mr. Russo? There is a lady claiming to be your fiancé and wish to meet you—ah okay sir….” The receptionist again looked at me and then my hair, “yes sir she has wavy hair” I looked at ber with raised eyebrow and she cleared her throat before saying, “….miss your name?” “Sapphire. Sapphire Ronaldo.” I said a little too proudly. She put the receiver down after telling him my name and then saying okay to whatever he spoke. “Miss, sir have said he has no fiancé and that if you wish to meet him, wait in waiting room till he is free to meet you as you have no appointment.” She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…..

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she asked through a mouthful of food. Jax’s expression went cold. The little bit of humanity she thought she saw in his eyes vanished. "Ryan is a golden boy. Everything came easy to him. The talent, the scouts, the family. He’s got a sister who’s willing to ruin her life for him." "He didn't ask me to do this."

It better not," Principal Higgins replied. Ryan muttered something under his breath. I didn't even want to know. I took Ryan’s sticky hand and guiding him out to the parking lot. The drive home was normal, except Ryan couldn’t stop talking about his favorite hockey star and the event that happened earlier. "He said Aaron's slap shot is weak, Mom," Ryan muttered from his car seat, crossing his small arms stubbornly. "It's not weak. It's ninety-eight miles per hour. I'm gonna have a ninety-eight-mile-per-hour shot when I grow up. I need the new Blizzard jersey. The blue one. With the captain’s 'C' on it."