Ryder May Novels & Stories

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?"

His cousin sat sprawled on the couch, his legs stretched out, his expression grim. Brayden raised an eyebrow as he shrugged off his jacket. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Ryder didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked up at him with tired eyes. “You got any wine?” Brayden studied him for a moment before nodding. “Red or white?” “Neither. Something strong. Toxic, if possible. I need to clear my head.” Brayden let out a small chuckle. “That bad?” “You have no idea,” Ryder muttered.

"What exactly are you hiding from me, Ryder?" Ryder clicked his tongue softly, rubbing the back of his neck in slight frustration. "I'm sorry. I just hadn't found the right time to tell you." His voice shifted, becoming incredibly soft, laced with pure persuasion. "I want to take you away from all this mess, Baby. Canada is peaceful, the air is clean, and I have a beautiful place there. We can spend time together, have fun, and let you forget all your burdens in Chicago for a while. I just want you to be safe."

Marcus bowed once more before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Ryder let out a long breath. He walked over to his large wooden wardrobe and pulled out a fresh white shirt. He pulled it over his broad shoulders, the fabric stretching tightly across the thick muscles of his chest and back. He didn't bother buttoning the top three buttons, leaving the rough, dark hair of his chest visible. He strapped a silver-hilted dagger to his leather belt and grabbed his heavy black jacket. Just before leaving, something on the table caught his eye.

"I talked to Aatalo a while ago. How is Ryder?" "He still makes the best margarita's I've ever had," Tamara chuckled. "He's working at a tech company now. They design video games and other digital softwares. He's enjoying it." Rosie had kept in touch with Ryder over the years. They texted once in a while to catch up so she was looking forward to finally seeing him after over two years.

Ry shrugged, and he wasn't even giving Judah his full attention. "I was hoping to get a sleeve done someday. But it's probably not gonna be for a while. I'm putting all my money on my bike right now," Judah was still enthusiastic in his replies. "You ride?" Ryder's eyes lit up all of a sudden. Oh, right. Ryder was also into bikes. For the first time this entire dinner, Ryder actually looked enthused. "Yeah, a 1993 Ducati Monster. I parked it outside," "Oh, dude, that's a classic," his voice warmed up.

"Ryder has the power to turn any random event into a trendy story. In other words, he can make a mountain out of a molehill. So, be careful not to cross paths with him, or you might become his scapegoat." "Are you sure Ms. Ariana Gray is here?" What? Until now, I feared Ryder for his profession, but he was here for me. I couldn't let him get the upper hand. I needed to do something to avoid him. "Chill," I told myself, trying to calm my nerves and think clearly. What could I do to avoid him? How could I blend in and not draw attention to myself?

Ryder says then takes a drink of his sweet tea. “How are your husbands and wife?” Lidia asks him. Ryder is in a polyamorous relationship with his wife Natalie and his two husbands Jaxson and Etienne. Natalie is also living a reverse harem dream with those three men and two others, Callum and Dominic. It’s an odd relationship but they are all so perfect together. They are for sure #relationshipgoals for me.

I raised an eyebrow. “This is… your filing system?” Ryder snorted softly. “I’m an engineer. I know where ore is and how to extract it safely and economically. I also did marketing… once. But I’m not an accountant.” “You could hire someone,” I said honestly. He fell silent for a moment, then dropped himself into a chair, making it creak. “I never thought of it.” He rubbed his face. “I think there’s something I missed here. Something I might be able to use as solid evidence.”