Ryder May Novels & Stories

Memories of the incident flitted through my mind. Mr Ken raised a brow in my direction. “This…this…” “You don't have to make any introduction, Sarah,” Ryder interrupted, politely holding out his hand. “I'm Ryder, owner of SC Atlantic. And you must be Mr Ken. You must pardon my late arrival,” he said as he pulled a chair out. “My notice must have gotten lost along the way.” I stifled a shudder as Ryder’s intense gaze rested on me and my tongue still felt like it was tied in a knot.

Fuck everybody and their useless opinions. Ryder smiled and wrote a reply on the note. 'Thanks my dearest friend Love, Ryder.' He burnt the note with a lighter. CHAPTER 26 Ryder decided to go an early morning run, he changed into some loose clothing and walked outside. He saw Jayden waiting for him outside his room. "What do you want?" Ryder asked. "are you going for a run?" Jayden asked instead of answering him. "Yes." "Can I come along?"

I'm currently engaged in a physical encounter with my friend, Ryder Knowles, after unsuccessful experiences with seventeen other men who failed to arouse me. This situation is unprecedented between Ryder and me, as he's usually highly skilled in satisfying me quickly. However, this time, I find myself almost as unresponsive as I was during my last encounter with Jake before removing him from my list. Ryder abruptly stops and lies down beside me, propping his head on his hand. He remarks, "Alright, who is he?" I sit up, puzzled, and inquire, "What do you mean?"

Ryder closed the distance between us in two long strides, grabbing my arms gently but firmly, his touch warm even through the thick fabric of my jacket. "He's not just a captain, Maya," Ryder rasped, his dark eyes burning into mine with an agonizing blend of frustration and deep, protective fury. "His family owns the compliance officers. His father's firm handles the private ledger transfers for half the athletic board. Every minute you spend in his shadow, you're walking into a trap."

“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.”

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

Whenever they lost sight of what they should do, they could always talk to Victor and find ways out of difficult situations. Naturally, Ryder, Rob, and Ron were all talented and only needed guidance from time to time. At this point, Ryder was already a rather famous entrepreneur in Jorn City and was known for his gentlemanly demeanor. Everyone addressed him as Mr. Ryder. As soon as he saw Faye, Ryder exclaimed with excitement. "Ms. Brown, you finally came. I have very important news to report to you. It's about your mother." He studied Faye's face and was taken aback by how much she resembled the woman Victor loved.

The same Don Juan, flattering women. "Thank you. It's a pleasure, Mr. Ryan," he greets her. "Just Robert, my dear." I approach him to hug him. "How are you, Ryan?" I ask while watching my mother talking to Kate. "Trying to convince your mother to stay here for more than a month this time. And you?" "Doing well." "Did you watch the Bears game this week?" "No, I didn't have time." "They won big. Let's go! We were drinking beer before you guys arrived. Your brother must be almost drunk."

Ryder muttered, his voice sharp with irritation. I laughed, low and dark, though it tore through my ribs. “Not if my father doesn’t do it first.” Ryder stiffened, his pace faltering. “He’s back?” I shook my head. “Not yet. His flight lands tomorrow.” “Would he be at the game?” “You know he only appears in the finals.” I said coldly. “You’re lucky he isn’t here to see you like this,” Ryder said after a second, his jaw tight.

- 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.