Novel & Cerita Ryan Swift

ryan hit the mic with his one thumb. Everyone looks him in confusion. "Opps looking at this Mike i wanted to to sing a song that's why doing a testing" Everyone laughs on his joke. "Okay fine let's end fun and jokes here now let's come to the section." Ryan gets serious all of Sudden. "I hope you all know me, still I introduce myself. Myself Ryan Wilson, son of Edward Wilson and CEO of the company. He's my business partner and brother in law Mr. Paul grey."

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

She didn’t send it. Not yet. She wanted Cain to suffer. She wanted Saxon to choose. And she knew just how to twist the blade. She picked up a second phone. Dialed a contact labeled: DANTES, R. It rang once. Then a sleepy voice answered. “Hello?” Rena smiled. “Hello, Ryan.” — 3:10 A.M. Unknown location — Perimeter Surveillance Feed Ryan Dantes, twenty-two and too trusting for this world, stepped out of the black car with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a crooked smile on his face.

"Thank you." She followed the assistant down a long hallway lined with minimalist art, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown timer. She knew the reputation of the man she was about to meet.Ryan was a ghost in the financial columns—ruthless, brilliant, and entirely devoid of public sentiment. He had taken a failing tech-manufacturing conglomerate and turned it into an empire before his thirtieth birthday. Nobody knew where he came from, only that he didn’t lose. The assistant opened the heavy oak doors to the corner office. "Mr. Hayes,Miss Cole is here."

I walked into the grand foyer and froze instantly. Ryan was sitting on the bottom step of the front staircase. He was completely shirtless, his skin still glistening with sweat from the rink, and his heavy hockey bag was tossed carelessly on the floor beside his boots. His elbows rested on his knees, his damp dark hair falling across his forehead. He looked entirely exhausted. He slowly lifted his head when the door clicked shut, his dark eyes meeting mine. For a long, heavy second, neither of us said a single word. Then, he let out a rough exhale. "Hey."

Ryan didn’t respond, he only looked down. That was her chance. Anita leaned forward, dropping her voice. “Tell me the truth. Did you really have something to do with Doctor Christar? Because she never wasted a chance to rub it in Valery’s face. And I don’t buy it- given she’s a witch who’s always trying to upstage Val. But I need to hear it from you.” Ryan’s head lifted sharply, his eyes dark. “Christar is a liar.” The words came clean, full of restrained anger. “Valery is the only woman with the ability to draw me in. I could never look at another… Unfortunately, she will never believe that.”

“I’m proposing to Aya.” “Interesting,” I smirked. When three heads turned to me, I raised the menu card and smiled. “The pastries.” “They have the best pastries here,” Ryan smiled and extended his hand to me. “I’m Ryan Lopez.” “Red Carlington,” I shook hands with him. “Familiar name,” he chuckled as he creased his forehead, shaking his head as if brushing the thought of meeting the Red Carlington. “I’m a sales manager at Sanital,” he said excitedly.

Ryan had heard what he wanted, so he left the kitchen to his bedroom to take his bath. *********** Ryan was about 5 feet and 6 inches tall, with a natural chocolate color, blue eyes with a pointed nose and an oval shaped face. His curly hair was dark charcoal. His mustache and beard was overgrown and had taken up a major part of his face. He didn't really get the time to shave and that has made him look so ugly and fearful Despite all this he looked extraordinarily handsome and the dream man of most women. He was 33 years, a year older than Alicia, the firstborn of the Williams sisters.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

He looked at me, eyes wide, as if he’d seen a ghost, and I simply shrugged. “Ryan, she doesn’t watch movies or follow any entertainment industry news, that’s why…” Eva tried to explain, but I felt a fresh wave of irritation wash over me. I had unknowingly insulted yet another person. I wanted to apologise, but he didn’t give me the chance. He cut Eva off. “I'm Ryan Williams— an actor and singer. Most people know me as Ryan Wills.” he stated, his voice laced with an undeniable edge of annoyance. He was clearly pissed.