Ryder Tully Novels & Stories

I'm currently engaged in a physical encounter with my friend, Ryder Knowles, after unsuccessful experiences with seventeen other men who failed to arouse me. This situation is unprecedented between Ryder and me, as he's usually highly skilled in satisfying me quickly. However, this time, I find myself almost as unresponsive as I was during my last encounter with Jake before removing him from my list. Ryder abruptly stops and lies down beside me, propping his head on his hand. He remarks, "Alright, who is he?" I sit up, puzzled, and inquire, "What do you mean?"

Ryder lifted his gaze to my eyes then his cheeks reddened and he quickly looked away. “You already know I am not that great at school.” “Yeah, you pretty much suck.” Ryder glared at me and I shrugged, saying “Sucking is not bad” in order to save myself. “Anyway,” Ryder continued, “The reason why I need this job is because I want to hire a tutor. I need a huge help if I want to pass the finals. You are pretty smart so I was thinking you could tutor me and in exchange for your help, I will be your caregiver for free.”

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.

I smiled to myself. The door opened and Ryder was led in by another guy. "Jax! It's good to see you. I hope you have good news for me " he beamed taking his seat opposite me at the bar. He took out ice block into his cup and filled it with alcohol. Oh, that's your last drink, fool. I thought. Ryder is someone you should call devil's advocate. He was evil and killed without no mercy. He killed his wife because she saw him when he shot his brother. He even said it without remorse.

“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?”

The gentle breeze is making the flowers sway in a mesmerizing fashion, making everyone spellbound. Ryder is standing in front of the altar. He’s wearing the same sleek black suit as he was when he visited Vincent. His hair is brushed back, highlighting his sharp, masculine features. There are no signs of nervousness in his face. In fact, he’s eager to see his new bride. Scarlett wouldn’t let him see her in the wedding dress and this is only increasing his curiosity. Troy, who’s acting as his best man, leans forward. “I think this might be a good time to tell you something,” Troy whispers.

He doesn't wait for a response, turning on his heel and hurrying down the hallway before Adrian can get a word in. Adrian watches him go, then unlocks his office door and steps inside. The room is quiet, smelling of old paper and dust. He sinks into his leather chair, the cool material sticking slightly to his skin through his shirt. He pulls his phone back out, the screen lighting up his face in the dim office. He opens I*******m again, navigating to Ryder’s profile. He stares at the photos—Ryder at a party, Ryder holding a beer, Ryder looking directly into the camera with eyes that seem to strip Adrian bare. His finger hovers, then presses the Accept button. He drops the phone onto the des

I read the summary aloud. My heart hammered against my ribs when I remembered the glowing amber eyes staring at me in the dark car. The horrific puzzle pieces finally snapped together in my mind, leaving no room for human logic or denial. Ryder was not just a wealthy college student with a bad attitude, because he was the future leader of a violent, supernatural society hiding in the dense mountain woods. "Jaslyn, please tell me you are joking," Connor begged, his voice sounding incredibly small and terrified through the phone connection.

Though I want to protest, I am tired, and these stilettos are making my feet ache a little. “OK. Maddy, why don't we go for a nice warm cup of coffee? We’ll let the boys play with their gadgets.” I say as I tap on the tablet Taye is holding as he types away, already trying to track her down by looking for Skylar’s car. If he can hack into Skylar's GPS, they won't take long to find her. Goddess, this is a mess. I had plans for tonight to surprise Ricky, but I guess now, it's going to have to wait. I grab

Sheila muttered, a bright smile on her face knowing Ivy should be pained by what she just saw. “Yes yes.. It went well.” Ivy muttered, trying to sound as strong and professional as possible, knowing she came with a visitor. Then, Ryder pointed.. “And.. Why is he here?” he muttered, his eyes glued on Carl. Carl swiftly gave off the coffee in his hand to Ivy and stretched his hand to Ryder for a handshake. “I’m Carl Wayne. CEO of X&Y Group.” Carl muttered softly. Ryder took the hand. “Yes, I know you.. I’m just surprised you followed her here. Please pardon my manners, I’m Ryder Walton, CEO of M&C.” he muttered and they let go of their hands.