Ryder May Novels & Stories

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

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.

a deep voice stated from the doorway. I gasped and turned my head very fast. Ryder stood leaning against the wooden doorframe of the dining room. He wore a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, and his broad shoulders blocked the hallway light. His amber eyes were fixed on the empty porcelain cup resting on my saucer, and he looked at me with intense curiosity. He walked into the room, and the heavy scent of dark pine filled my sharpened senses immediately. "I saw you pour it into the dirt," Ryder said as he stopped right next to my chair. He leaned down until his face was inches from mine, and his voice dropped into a low, vibrating whisper. "Why are you hiding things from your mother, Jaslyn?

Ryder replied excitedly as he pushed the button to call the waitress. At the sound of the call bell, the waitress entered the room to receive the order from Ryder who enthusiastically ordered more steak for his father’ friend. After confirming the order, the waitress bowed politely and silently left the room. “How old are you, Ryder?” Reiner asked in a gentle voice as he continued to observe the boy sitting close him. “I’m eight, Sir,” Ryder said proudly. “You can stop calling me ‘Sir’. Just call me Reiner,” Reiner said calmly. “Alright. Mister Reiner,” Ryder said, trying to sound as formal as he could.