Ryan Swift Novels & Stories

My heart raced a bit; Dustin had always been the protector, the one who fixed my bike as a teen, but his hugs lately felt charged, his eyes holding mine with unspoken hunger. Ryan sauntered in behind him, shaking flakes from his blond hair, his lean frame clad in a fitted jacket that hugged his runner's build. Ryan is twenty-six, he was the free spirit, a barista dreaming of opening his own coffee shop, always quick with a joke to mask his insecurities from a rough childhood before our parents met. "Yeah, Wendy, share the wealth. Or are you saving it for someone special?" His wink was playful, but his gaze lingered on my leggings and oversized sweater, the fire in the stone hearth casting sh

That night Rasmus was in no mood to attend the charity event but his father, Xander had called him and told him to attend it on his behalf. He read the article and it said how good this f**ker Richard is and how he did so much for women, the victims of violence, abuse, and rape. F**ker! Rasmus clenched his jaw in rage. What could go wrong if he go to that f**ker's house and kill him? The bastard has made an excellent name in society with all his charity events and fundraising galas. People think of him as a saint, now he knows what Catherine meant. He has to do something about this. He can't just let him get her. She didn't deserve it. He had to save her.

I went bright red, I just walked in on Ryan fucking some women his office table, the women who he was fucking while having her legs in the air screamed “ get the fuck out” Ryan on the other hand looked straight at me, his piercing blue eyes locked with my hazel eyes, some reason I froze, he gave me a smirk while holding this women’s hips and her legs on his shoulders and he gave a little laugh, “ are you stupid, get out” this women shouted, “ ohh ohh shit sorry, ohh I mean sugar” then I quickly ran out and shutting the door behind me .

Chapter 20: A Trader's Family Sydney I take a seat behind my desk. Silas and I are still in our workout clothes from tryouts. Elder Joseph is glaring at me. His two adult sons, Ralph and Vance, are glaring at him. Ralph's son Ambrose is standing at attention like a soldier waiting for orders, and of course, Vance's daughter Amber is cowering behind her father like a wet dog. At least that horrible perfume has been washed off.

I end up accepting because it's the only way to leave, *of course. "Great." In the car, I find myself observing Bryan. Were all Ryans absurdly handsome? He catches me staring and he smiles. "What's up?" "Were you born in Germany too?" "No, Ireland. Why?" "Ryan mentioned he was born in Germany." I shrug. "It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born."

Ryan had a family. He has a wife and two daughters, age fourteen and eleven. A younger brother who ran a legitimate electronics repair shop in the suburbs and believed, or pretended to believe, that Ryan’s money came from import contracts. Can you believe this, can you believe this idiot has a nice family and yet he decided to rob me of my family by helping Martin elope with my woman?

She looked to her side slowly and caught the face of her boss smiling at her. "You're here, sir," her voice came out as a whisper. He smiled warmly. She squinted her eyes at the man standing beside her boss. "Mr. Handsome?" "Mr. Handsome?" Herald repeated. "She calls me that," Martin walked into the room. The doctor and lawyer quickly gave a small bow as he entered. "He's my brother," Martin told her after seeing the confusing look she held. Caitlyn smiled and nodded slightly. She suddenly remembered the reason she was at the hospital.

These people have killed too many of my father's men, deepening my father's hatred for them. "Ryan has a son. His name is Wyatt, and he should be around your age." My father tells me, observing me as he speaks. His crane is digging into the floor. "Don't underestimate him—I don't know what his abilities are yet." I smile. "Probably nothing like mine."

RYAN ••••••• Ryat's request didn't come as a surprise. I've known him his whole life—a sore loser through and through. He's not one to accept a loss without squeezing in his own terms. Rex and I had no choice but to agree with his terms, much like how Ryat and I had no choice but to conform to his. She's connected to the cartel was the excuse I gave when Ryat wouldn't stop whining about "Why?"

ryan greeted "I am fine child, how are you" mom asked "I am fine aunty. I will introduce myself. My name is ryan. I am the hope's new school classmate. And i am the president of the school too" ryan exposed whole thing "Woww child god bless you" mom said Hope is trying to listen their conversation but she doesn't Hearing from Otherside "Actually aunty i want you're premission" ryan said "Premission?" Hope jaw dropped in fear