Ryder May Novels & Stories

“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.”

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

haha" Ryder’s fists tightened, his nails biting into his palms. He wanted to chase after her, to drag her back, to ask for answers. But he couldn’t; he will get all the answers he seeks but...but..Not yet. He forced himself to remain calm; he took a step back. He wouldn’t start a war…not when Nora had suffered enough from the hands of this b*stard already. Alex crossed his arms, nodding his head in amusement. “You’ll get to see your little mate soon, but if you're smart you’ll cause no commotion and go back to your pack. Ryder remained still, his warriors shifting uncomfortably around him. His jaw tightened, his heart pounding with unspoken fury. He moved closer to him “I will be meeting yo

“Juice please.” I opened the folder about the RYD Estate. It gave me an overview of their company. Their mission, vision, employees, awards and recognition and then their other achievements. The last page was about the CEO of the RYD Estate and my eyes widened after I saw a familiar name printed on the paper. Rogue Adams Ryder? Huh? Rogue Adams? Was it the same Rogue Adams I know? I gasped. If this is the same Rogue Adams I have in my mind, then he’s not an ordinary person. He’s filthy rich and…he didn’t tell me? It’s not like he’s obligated to tell me everything. I didn’t ask him either.

" About Jaden. About.... Us. " Ryder closed by pulling a chair beside my desk." Then we give them one. Together." He opened the laptop and typed fast. Short and professional. "Mr Brooks is my acquaintance. Personal matters remain private. Moreno Enterprise continues operations as normal." I read it. Perfect. I hit the send button then looked at him. "You're really not leaving?" Ryder shook his head, his lips curved as he smiled. "Not unless you kick me out. And even then..." His phone started to ring.

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

This emits another groan from Ryders. I don't intend to introduce Ryder to any more of my criminal contacts and I only say contacts cause not all of them are what anyone would consider friends. As Ryder's already pointed out, he is an FBI agent and he's very much into upholding the law. Constantly parading criminals in front of him is risking his job. He's supposed to be bringing them in, not turning a blind eye because of me. Ryder groans yet again and his fingers go up to his head, massaging his forehead. "You're giving me a migraine."

I chose to ignore it because beggers like me cannot choose. * "You are here" Ryder observes as I step into his underground house. This is where his run ins are done His boys are all seated waiting for his orders. There are seven of them in sight. "I am here" I affirm even though it is obvious he was asking rhetorically. "So who am I meeting?" I ask dragging a sit as Ryder takes a puff of his cigar. His eyes scan me warily before he motions for one of his men whose name is Terry to bring in something. "We are taking this into Mayflower hotel" he says as Terry drops the stuff on the table.