Ryder Holt Novels & Stories

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

Holly was not enjoying the dance and Justin was too busy trying to grab her ass to notice. She had to keep his hands firmly on her waist for more than half the time they were dancing. "I don't think this is working out" she whispered to him. Justin face fell quickly, "Why? What's wrong?" "Because she's with me" a voice answered which made both Holly and Justin turn. Ryder Bates stood tall with a proud smile. Holly recognised him immediately she laid her eyes on his emerald green eyes. She had seen enough pictures of him to know who he was and she had to confess, pictures didn't do justice to the perfection that Ryder Bates was.

I nervously giggled. As we watch, the hours go by and wolves are seen guarding the perimeter. I look at one screen and notice those bright silver eyes, the same silver eyes that I had caught watching me shower from in my backyard. Those eyes belong to a bigger wolf than the others. A big, black wolf with silver eyes. “Jade, who is that?” I asked. “Well I guess you wouldn’t know yet, but that’s Alpha Wyatt” Jade replied. “That’s why he’s bigger than the others” I played it off.

But he was never one to read the room and he just did whatever he wanted to do. "Who's she to you, Henry?" He asked again and this time I turned around to face him. Ryder was looking like the typical bad boy, he had black hair and sinister dark grey eyes that pierced into my blue ones. There was a tattoo running down from his neck to his left shoulder, many people missed it because he hid it well.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

He needed to reclaim back his position in kelvin's heart, and his status as the don of the green evil clan. But wait take deep breath, who actually is Ryder?.. Ryder's real name is Ryder Blackwood. He's the don of the green evil clan and also a skilled fighter and a ruthless enforcer for the notorious mafia lord, kelvin LaGraine alias K. Ryder's past is marked by violence and bloodshed, and he's been trained from a young age to fight and kill. Ryder's overlord, kelvin LaGraine, is a powerful and cunning mafia lord who controls a significant portion of the West Coast's underworld.

using only one word responses will get on his nerves but I’m hoping he has enough brains to understand that it’s easier to not get detected. “ it doesn’t look like he’s going to change course at all you have been walking in the same direction for about 3 hours now.” I heard Ryan say “ hey char, maybe you can kick one of those rocks and hit him in the back of the head” Creed laughed “ Will you both shut up!? This isn’t time to play games” Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him.

I asked walking beside her as we made our way outside. "You know Raquel is sleeping with supervisor, she'll-" "What?" I asked surprised. "This is why you should stop skipping smoke breaks," she replied whispering the last part and I rolled my eyes playfully. "Are you guys going to 24?" Dwayne asked and I nodded. "Do you mind giving this to Doctor Sawyers?" he asked his eyes meeting mine. "Sure," I replied and he smiled handing me the bag walking away as we got into the car. "You should fuck him?" she announced the moment I drove off.

His late mother, beautiful, and laughing. And the man who’d just left the room—arms around them both, smiling like he belonged there. My breath caught. That was Dylan’s stepfather. Ryder Hawthorne. The man I’d just spent the night thinking filthy, shameful thoughts about. I stared at the photo, at Ryder’s face—so much younger, but already carrying that same quiet dominance. A thought slipped into my mind, sharp and reckless. I got back at Helene tonight. But Dylan? He walked away thinking he won.

He took off his helmet, revealing a chiseled face and dark blond hair. I was a little surprised. This legendary driver, who had made a name for himself across Europe, was so young. I gave him a bold smile. "I trust my instincts." My directness sparked a flicker of interest in his eyes. He took off his racing gloves and extended his right hand. "Good eye. I'm Ryder." "Liliana." He took my hand, his grip firm but brief, a perfect gentleman's touch. "With an eye like that, interested in taking a lap?"