Ryder James Novels & Stories

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

“You had better not be screwing with me.” “I swear,” he panted, eyes darting to Henry like he was hoping for a witness. “That’s what my cousin said. Ryder. Didn’t give a last name, didn’t give an address; just said the money would be wired when the job was done.” Henry’s jaw flexed. “Ryder’s not exactly a common name in our world.” “Yeah,” I muttered, my mind already rifling through memories I’d rather leave buried. “And the one I remember was all trouble.”

I turned around, my heart dropping into my stomach as I saw the triplets walking towards us. No. No. No. No! Within seconds, I found myself face-to-face with the triplets, their expressions a mix of fury and disbelief. Ryder bristled with barely contained rage. His eyes were narrowed at James, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "What do you think you're doing?" Ryder snarled; his voice laced with a dangerous edge. He glared at James like he was an annoying insect. "What? Nothing." James countered, his confidence faltering slightly under the triplets' intimidating gaze.

Going inside I sit down and start reading as Sir takes attendance. "Lois." He called out. "Present." She answered. "Ryder." I looked to where Ryder sat and didn't see him. I frowned, he wasn't in? The door opened and in came the boy from business, the boy who moved from Spain. James- that's what his name was. "Sorry I'm new I started yesterday afternoon." Sir nodded and said "You can sit next to Miss Rose." Oh, no one ever sat next to me before, Ryder made sure of that.

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’m an expert at submission. I’m sure a Lord’s requirements aren't that different from what I’m used to." I nearly choke on the smoke, coughing as Logan laughs and reclaims the cigarette. "Pretty sure you’d be the one wearing the collar," I manage through a grin. "Not the one holding the leash." Another set of lights pierces the fog as a red Maserati drifts to a halt beside the Corvette. Mason kills the engine, and Ryder climbs out of the passenger side. "Are we doing this?" Ryder asks, flipping his Northbridge hockey cap backward. He’s in a plain black shirt and dark jeans, looking entirely unbothered by the gravity of the meeting. Mason is in light denim and a white hoodie—the picture of

Jax growls, pulling me in and planting a soft kiss on my lips. It’s too brief, and I’m about to pull him back in for another when my dad’s loud voice rings out, calling for quiet so he can begin his announcements. I begrudgingly leave Jax’s side to take my place at the front of the room with my family as Dad begins, keeping this speech short tonight. Before he calls for the run to start, though, he gestures to Jax. “We’ve got a guest with us tonight from the Westfield pack, Alpha Damien’s son,” Dad says, and I watch as many of our pack members look over at Jax curiously. “Please make him feel welcome.”

She drove me crazy every minute I couldn't touch her. KATE A lady comes in, accompanied by Ryan's jack-of-all-trades. I still didn't know what James' exact position was, security? Driver? Jack-of-all-trades applied better, to me. "Okay, James. Thank you," she was strangely familiar. The features resembled Ryan's a lot. Blonde hair tied in a low bun, beautiful green eyes, and impeccable posture. Her face had a kind expression. "Good morning!" I say as I stand up. "Do you have an appointment, ma'am?"

- Ryder had come to this gala because the cause for it was right , but mostly because Carlo and his wife Lisa were the host, once again. He'd dressed up and showed up with no real intentions of sitting through it and watching rich, little snobs fall all over each other trying to do the most. That was why he'd made his own contribution to the cause even before the event started. While everyone else stayed down there, he'd gone upstairs to the hotels terrace with an ordered glass of wine to sit him through the night. But that Margo woman had somehow discovered him while he'd been at it and managed to ruin the peace and quiet for him.

He was definitely going away. Seeing his temper, Arya jerked her head back as Dominique raised his eyebrow. Ryder ran inside the deep Tahol jungles until he was out of breath. He clawed trees in frustration as he bellowed to the sky. The pup was too arrogant. What the hell did she think that a man like him, who was five hundred years old, who had never had this kind of a conflict in his life, was going to do? In his life experiences, he had never wanted to do anything with family life, but when he got a chance, this was what life presented him with? He plucked a tree out with its roots and hurled it across with a frustrated roar.