Ryder Tully Age の小説・ストーリー

“I’m just a quarterback. A start-up CEO. A twenty-one-year-old with a last name that means something—but not enough.” I bit my lip, watching the way his shoulders tensed, the frustration rolling off him. Ryder Caldwell, golden boy of Ravencrest, star quarterback, heir to an empire, was sitting in front of me, telling me that none of it mattered. “That’s bullshit,” I said quietly. He arched a brow. “Is it?”

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"Kaden's going to get what he wants." Rylan chuckles, saying, "you're going to come back, don't worry. Jasper knows what he's doing." If there's anything to trust, it's Jasper. He's the oldest Alpha out of all, and matches Alden in a lot of his wisdom. Alden has raw intelligence though, while Jasper's knowledge comes with all his centuries of life experience. Obviously though, I'm terrified. How could I not be? My mind won't cease the thoughts of what could go wrong until it actually happens.

In the end, Jake just kept his lips sealed. Seeing that he wasn't responding, Ryder snorted again. What's so fun in acting so mysterious? "How old are you?" "Young enough." Twenty is young, right? Tired from cleaning and talking, Ryder sat on the ground, her legs crossed as she pulled blades of grass that were already in a miserable state even without Ryder attacking it like that. "Are you still running away from life?" Jake's chest suddenly felt heavy. With a voice that didn't reach Ryder, he muttered at himself. "More like hiding from it."

“Hey! Enough chatter, let’s focus up!” The guys straightened, trying not to laugh as Ryder lifted a hand in mock salute. “Yes, Coach.” Coach Larsson wasn’t one to tolerate slacking, but Ryder Hayes had earned enough points to get away with it now and then. He was the team’s star center, a senior with a wicked shot and the kind of swagger that made scouts pay attention. His sandy-blond hair was sweat-damp and slightly mussed beneath his helmet, his sharp grin was pure confidence. Ryder was sure he’d go pro after graduation, everyone was. The Greyhollow Direwolves had produced NHL players before, and he planned to be next.

Andrew and Kate are engaged, and they are getting married after a month. Soon we reach America and are greeted by Raven, Blake, and Ryder. Ryder runs to me and pulls me into a hug. I place my head on his chest and hug him back. He is 19 years old now, and he is taller than me too. "Why didn't you come back to visit? I missed you so much," Ryder cries. "I am sorry, bud. It will kill me if I lose another person close to me again. But, hey, here I am, and I am going to be here for good." I grin.

His attention was fully on the documents when the office door opened. Corner stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and walked forward. He bowed respectfully. “Update,” Ryder said without lifting his head. “Yes, Boss,” Corner replied. Ryder closed the document in his hands and placed it aside. He leaned back slightly and finally looked up. “Spill.” Corner nodded. He stepped closer and placed a large brown envelope on Ryder’s desk. “His name is Alexander Derek. He is twenty-seven years old. He is Sir Arden’s cousin.”

Draven warned. Ryder chuckled, “I always put her and our pups before my life.” He assured his father-in-law. “STOP! I OBJECT!” Somone yelled. Ryder and Ryle turned and looked down the aisle to see Rylen rushing into the room. “Sorry, little brother, you’re too late.” Ryder smirked. “You’re about three minutes too late.” “WHAT!? NO! I was told the ceremony were starting at six.” Rylen growled. “Oh, really and where did you and from who did you hear this from?” Ryder asked his brother.

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.

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?