Ryder Tully Novels & Stories

Memories of the incident flitted through my mind. Mr Ken raised a brow in my direction. “This…this…” “You don't have to make any introduction, Sarah,” Ryder interrupted, politely holding out his hand. “I'm Ryder, owner of SC Atlantic. And you must be Mr Ken. You must pardon my late arrival,” he said as he pulled a chair out. “My notice must have gotten lost along the way.” I stifled a shudder as Ryder’s intense gaze rested on me and my tongue still felt like it was tied in a knot.

"You delusional idiot. You think you can command generals? What’s next, you dream of becoming Supreme Commander?" Ryder stepped forward, a cocky smirk on his face. "So, you’re Andrew Lloyd? I heard you were looking for me." Andrew gave a slight nod. "You’re Ryder Ulrich, right? That’s right. I’m here for you." Ryder pointed at the ground, his grin turning icy. "Well, if you’re here for me, you’d better show some respect. I don't care what you want, but before we get to that, you need to get on your knees and sing about you surrendering. Then, we can talk about the rest!"

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.

"What on Earth is your problem?'' I asked, sounding surprised. "Lunch. Then after that, you can go back to whatever you were doing." I let out a surprised laugh. "Okay, fine. Are we leaving now?" ~ Ryder was actually a fun person. He had this cool personality and he was a great guy. Halfway into our meal, he had already said a lot about himself, saying how rough his life was at the start and how he was forced to separate with a woman he once loved all because her parents thought he wasn't good enough for her back then. And that inspired him to do better and become this better person so no one would underestimate him and say he wasn't good enough.

“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?”

He also went straight to his message “My position?” Ellie was confused “To be his Luna” Silence “Who are you?” She needs to buy some time for hers to recollect her thoughts “Ryder Toms, Beta of the Crimson pack” She was right, he was a Beta, now back to the mean business “I need some time” “I was told to inform you that you don’t need any” Ryder said

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.