Ryder James Novels & Stories

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

It would be nice to have one more ally in the party besides Adam. I had been coordinating with Ryder most of the week. His cover story was that he graduated with honors at Harvard. He’s an entrepreneur. His family owns a couple of restaurant chains in New York. He invests here and there. I asked him to rent a Boxster for the night and a nice Armani suit. I also asked him to rent a ring for the night or buy a fake one that could pass as the real thing. We even agreed to rent a room in the resort to leave no doubt that Ryder and I were for real.

Nevermind. He was wearing a varsity jacket with his hair styled immaculately, rumor hasnit that he's applying mayo on it. I think he's a fan of Big Ed from 90 Day Fiance.James is the vice captain of the football team while Ryder is the captain, James likes attention, well, he is famous after all while Ryder is just a guy who doesn't care about being famous and all even if many people look up at him. All he says is just he just want to play the game.That's what I like about him. Well, not like like bromance, that would've been weird. I mean, like a friend that's all. James hated Ryder because he said that he was supposed to be the captain but Ryder took it away from him. He didn't accept the

I smiled to myself. The door opened and Ryder was led in by another guy. "Jax! It's good to see you. I hope you have good news for me " he beamed taking his seat opposite me at the bar. He took out ice block into his cup and filled it with alcohol. Oh, that's your last drink, fool. I thought. Ryder is someone you should call devil's advocate. He was evil and killed without no mercy. He killed his wife because she saw him when he shot his brother. He even said it without remorse.

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring. Sure, the old Taya's play-it-safe policy was a big reason behind the lack of excitement in my high school days. But there was something else. The reason why my love life was drier than the Sub-Saharan desert was this: Ryder Jake Williams. To the world, Ryder was RJ— the talented young surfer who was one of the most popular guys at school. But to me, he was just Ry, my annoying older cousin.

“Hayes?” Jax said, brows lifting as the door slammed shut. “What the hell are you doing?” “Go,” Ryder snapped, already reaching for the seatbelt, hands a little too rough. “Just drive.” Jax huffed a laugh, incredulous. His fingers stayed loose on the steering wheel. “You’re a really shitty hitchhiker, Hayes. What is this—some kind of power trip? You want me chauffeuring you around now?” Ryder’s head whipped toward him. “Power trip?” He let out a sharp breath, heat flaring. “Oh, you’re one to fucking talk.”

Ryder was certain that was the case when it was her turn again, and she insisted Maverick play. Ryder lined his shot up and froze when he heard her sultry voice whisper his name in his ear. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and exhaled as he opened his eyes and took his shot. He wasn't the least bit surprised his shot was a disaster. He turned and grabbed his drink off the table. As he brought the glass to his lips, he heard her sultry voice whisper his name and he downed his drink in frustration. As soon as Ryder finished his next shot, his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. When he looked at the screen, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar numb

He slightly frowns. Ryder without explaining anything points at the laptop and immediately Brooks's eyes land back on it he hurries out straight to the elevator and just as the elevator dings and opens he also hurriedly rushes down to the last floor leading to the parking lot. Ryder swiftly follows him too as he just can't let himself miss this opportunity of meeting the second wealthiest man in Virginia. Never!