Ryder May Novels & Stories

He needed to reclaim back his position in kelvin's heart, and his status as the don of the green evil clan. But wait take deep breath, who actually is Ryder?.. Ryder's real name is Ryder Blackwood. He's the don of the green evil clan and also a skilled fighter and a ruthless enforcer for the notorious mafia lord, kelvin LaGraine alias K. Ryder's past is marked by violence and bloodshed, and he's been trained from a young age to fight and kill. Ryder's overlord, kelvin LaGraine, is a powerful and cunning mafia lord who controls a significant portion of the West Coast's underworld.

That was one of the reasons why Ryder started his own business, to be financially independent and free from his father's control. "I'll dig up some more evidence. I just need some time. I just worry that everything is going to come crashing down with Alpha properties before I have enough evidence." "That's why you need my help, nobody steals from me and gets away with it. Anyways, a friend of mine said he saw you in New Jersey while we were playing golf. Are you looking to expand your business?" Ryder flinched as the memory of Holly's family flashed before him and he was suddenly aware of the jab of pain in his chest at the mention of New Jersey. The Tiffany bracelet that he had spent hours

Ryder was precise and occasionally perceptive in ways that went beyond strategy, and I received the perceptive parts without acknowledging them which was its own form of acknowledgment and we both understood that. "Derek will position himself early," Ryder said, on the second day. "He'll want the first read of her in public. He's been waiting for it since the visit." "Let him look," I said. "Looking is all he'll do." Ryder held my gaze for a moment. "You're different when you talk about her," he said, not as a challenge, just as an observation, the way he occasionally stated true things and left them in the air without requiring a response.

Him saying Ryder was married. Ryder is married? My stomach twisted painfully at the memory. I shifted my eyes to Ryder, confused. I've known him long enough now. Our relationship had grown deep. He didn’t keep secrets from me anymore. There was no way he was married… right? By the way… from what I know, Ryder got married to Dylan’s mother like five years ago, I guess. Then she died two and a half years ago. She couldn’t have just woken up from the fucking grave to come claim her husband, right?

I want to argue, and I don't, because she's right and the rightness doesn't help. Ryder takes over the Luna duties so gradually as she has decided to spend most of her time at Nightshade helping Gio rebuild. He leads the morning patrols himself, handles the pack conflict mediation, chairs the alliance correspondence meetings. He does it the way he does most things—without announcement, without asking for acknowledgment, just moving into the space and filling it. I watch from the window of our cabin some mornings, seeing the pack organize around him, and feel something complicated: useless and proud in equal measure, the two feelings so closely braided I can't separate one from the other.

Ryder seemed deep in thought. “I have a better idea,” he said. “My uncle has a Financial Services Company in LA. He had offered me a job but I didn’t want to go since my girlfriend refused to accompany me to LA. But now that I’ve broken up with her, I think I want to go to LA. The pay will be good and I can stay in one of my uncle’s apartments for free,” said Ryder. Brandon smiled at his friend and closed the laptop.

He ended the call without waiting for a reply. Ryder unlocked his sleek black car, slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he started the engine, the roar cutting through the silence of the empty lot. With one sharp turn of the wheel, Ryder drove off into the night, his thoughts fixed on Kellan...

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

Hurry, hurry! Ryder: .... WTF?

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.