Ryder May Novels & Stories

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.

Ryder I came to campus. Your stuff is still at cheer. Thought we were meeting after practice? I stared at the screen. Maya came back in with two glasses and handed me one. “You okay?” I hesitated. “It’s Ryder. He’s… asking where I am.” She raised a brow. “You guys dating?” I laughed a little, shaking my head. “It’s… complicated. No. He is just...a caring Stepbrother." Maya sat beside me, humming. “He’s protective.”

"Cordelia, you nearly cut me off the other day. To what do I owe this call?” With a steady but tense voice, she replies, "Ryder, please do me a favor." From the other end comes a low laugh. "Darling, I don't do favors. I'm a businessman. What is it worth to you, and what do you want?" Cordelia closes her eyes for a moment and heaves a sigh. Ryder Lyon is good at uncovering secrets but he is also a dangerous man to owe. "I need information on two people."

Ryder said suddenly, not keeping his gaze off of me. "I'm listening," I said, slurping away my milkshake. "I told you about my friend Grayson right? The guy I met while I was on tour,” he said and I nodded. “Well, we just got the go-ahead from our sponsors. We're gonna set up a surfing school together, in Bali," "Bali as in...?" "Indonesia," "Whoa," I almost choked on my pepperoni. Bali, as in Indonesia-as in 10,000 miles away from New York City. Ryder really wasn't kidding when he said 'let's run away together'.

he admitted, taking a deep breath as if he were relieved to finally have said the words out loud. I nodded slowly, thinking I understood. "You mean, like, together together..." I went on, using his same cryptic terminology. Ryder took another deep breath before clarifying, "I don't want to see you and Tyler sleeping together," he blurted, as if he needed to get the words out so that he would never have to say them again. I nodded and glanced over at Tyler. "I mean, I don't think that should be an issue, right?" I asked, feeling fairly confident that it wouldn't be.

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?"

But the eyes weren’t Ash’s. Ash looked feral. Wild. This one looked... cool. Dangerous. Like someone who rode through life with no brakes. “Who the hell are you?” I whispered. He stood. Slowly. Like a panther uncoiling. “Name’s Ryder,” he said. His voice was lower than Liam’s. Rougher. Confident. “And you’re lucky I showed up instead of the other guy.” “Where’s Ash?” “Locked out,” he said simply. “He’s unstable. Sloppy. But I’m not.”

Ryder sat down beside me, but he kept some distance between us as if he didn't want to touch me. Ryder looked at me for a while after I had sat down. He was contemplating whether to tell me or not, because he was flexing his finger. "For everything in this world," Ryder started. His voice was calm, but a bit shaky. "There is something opposite or equal to it," he said. He flexed his wrist and rested his hands on his thigh. "I don't get it," I said to him. Ryder sighed and looked at me. "Max has the Rival wolf," his tone sounded irritated.

she gently said as she continued to caress my back, but I think her brother might disagree. "And on whose order is that? Now the alpha doesn't mean much here, does he?" Ryder grunted out, scoffed, and rolled his eyes. The symbol on his shoulder and wrist shows he's the Alpha; he was the alpha of wherever it was I found myself in, only he didn't look like one.

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.