Ryder Holt Novels & Stories

Didn’t nod, he simply stared at me as if trying to read me. His blazer was sharp and his dark hair slightly tousled, his tie hung carelessly and loosened around his neck but nothing about Ryder seemed relaxed. There was something terrifying and dangerous about him. He was so different from Kai that I couldn’t imagine them as best friends. While Kai was a wildfire, Ryder was the stone underneath, hard and cold. My eyes dropped to his name tag. Ryder Hale. Rank 2. Strength: 9/10. I swallowed as I wasted his gaze flicker to my tag. He didn’t say anything. I saw it in those hazel eyes. Disgust.

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

It was already afternoon and the sun was shining bright. “What exactly is at stake, Ryder?” probed Nolan. He had known Ryder to be extremely determined and clear. Ever since the man met Elara, he had been very sincere to her. This wasn’t a secret. But now... Ryder threw a big pile of leaves and twigs over the filling and wiped his sweat on the forehead with his arm. “I am conflicted between my wolf and my human. And while I am figuring it out, I will bash Drake’s skull if he tries to come near her.” He stopped and then added quietly. “Even Dominique’s.”

Her questions will only be answered when she saw him the next time she visited Kayden's park. She suddenly missed Hazel and wished to see her again and then she thought of doing a video call with her tommorow. “ I didn't know that Ryder has a brother ” She said. “ Of course he does ” Dexter replied as he drowned another cup. He could feel the alcohol kicking in his system but he tried to stay sober. It was the only way to keep his head calm and having Muna by his side really helped him. He had been thinking to run off into the forest before she came.

The person held a suitcase in his right hand and had his left arm wrapped in bandages, standing there straight like a board. Wilbur looked at him and was taken aback, asking, "Ryder?" He quickly crossed the bridge and approached Ryder. He looked at his arm and asked, "How did you manage to get here so quickly?" "Ryder Litwing, elite combat personnel of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, reporting in," Ryder said as he saluted with a standard military gesture.

I breathed out steadying my mind, “venue shots, outside shots, entrance shots, head shots, décor, prestigious guests, celebrities, influencers, hosts uh...” “Drama,” he added. I shut my eyes. Dang it, the most important and I almost forgot. He flipped to the second card, “main celebrities?” “Robin Ryder. Manager, billionaire, business man. Wife died 3 years ago. 6 years ago he adopted two gold mines, 2 boys, Chris and Justin Star Ryder. Chris Ryder, movie star, 180 million followers on I*******m, men’s activists, coca cola ambassador, and…Britney’s boyfriend.”

All other assets, including but not limited to: - Ryder Enterprises and all subsidiary companies - The Ryder Family Mansion located at Lvenue - All properties both domestic and international not listed above - All financial accounts both domestic and foreign and also all investments not specifically mentioned herein… …all rightfully belong to Sarah Elizabeth Caldwell Ryder and her children, Katrina Jacqueline Ryder and Mason James Ryder. I am currently in the process of returning all these assets to their rightful owners as they had been stolen from them by me and my current wife; Emily Janet Spencer Ryder. All legal proceedings are in place to ensure that every asset I have ever touched is

I shrugged, kicking a small rock into the nearby flower hedges. “Man, this is exactly why I had to leave that fucking family. It’s like being a Chadwick means being miserable. My biggest luck was the fact I was born a second-son. I swear to God, I would’ve burned that entire family to the ground. Legacy be damned!” he said. It was ironic to hear him say that since I knew he prided himself on the legacy of Shadow Ryders. I was about to reply him when my phone rang. It was Rolly, a Ryder who worked as a valet in the new upscale restaurant in Pine Creek. What was it called again? I can’t remember now.

I fail embarrassingly. Ryder’s dad is on his way out when we get to the door. He is a big, cheerful man with the same easy smile as his son. Years ago, he used to be a hockey legend, one of the league’s most feared defensemen before the Bennett-Monroe scandal that people no longer talk about, the main reason Ryder and Miles don’t see eye to eye. “You must be the girl who got my son glued to his phone all the time,” he says, shaking my hand firmly, then glances at Ryder. “And grooming himself a lot more.”