Ryder Tully Novels & Stories

- Ryder had come to this gala because the cause for it was right , but mostly because Carlo and his wife Lisa were the host, once again. He'd dressed up and showed up with no real intentions of sitting through it and watching rich, little snobs fall all over each other trying to do the most. That was why he'd made his own contribution to the cause even before the event started. While everyone else stayed down there, he'd gone upstairs to the hotels terrace with an ordered glass of wine to sit him through the night. But that Margo woman had somehow discovered him while he'd been at it and managed to ruin the peace and quiet for him.

Ryder snapped, his voice a low growl. Candace bristled, her eyes darting to Ryder. "Who are you calling plastic? How dare you speak to a high-ranking Steele ally this way!" "If the pelt fits, wear it," Ryder shot back. He wore a mask and a low hat to hide his famous face, but his tongue remained a jagged blade. Anyone who insulted his sister was marked for a verbal slaughter. Candace scoffed, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "I suppose you haven't heard the news, Sierra. The Rite closed its registration a day early. The cutoff was yesterday's sunset. You're too late."

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

She wrote: "Looks like a good thing to me. So you've hooked the fish, huh?" The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there."*

“You had better not be screwing with me.” “I swear,” he panted, eyes darting to Henry like he was hoping for a witness. “That’s what my cousin said. Ryder. Didn’t give a last name, didn’t give an address; just said the money would be wired when the job was done.” Henry’s jaw flexed. “Ryder’s not exactly a common name in our world.” “Yeah,” I muttered, my mind already rifling through memories I’d rather leave buried. “And the one I remember was all trouble.”

“I don’t even know why you called me. Weren’t you out with Tyrith last night? You could have spent the night at his place. I could guarantee you wouldn’t feel this way.” Tyrith was the reason for this feeling. He caused me to go into rut. “Can you just drive and shut up.” Ryder scoffed. “Such a bully. That’s why you don’t have any friends. You’re going to die a sad man. No one’s going to come to your funeral. It’s going to be one of those places where people come to celebrate because the tyrant’s dead.” I groaned and looked out the window. “I bet you could have had a great time at Tyrith’s,” Ryder went on, oblivious of my pain. “I can’t tell how many alphas have dreamt about getting a piece

Ryder exclaimed. Gary felt embarrassed as Ryder stared at the fifth-ranked top player intently. He thought, 'Would Ryder pass out from excitement if he knew the number one player on the international hacker leaderboard was right beside him? Besides that, he has personally given out topics to her before.' Ryder did not know Gary's thoughts and thought, 'I have to perform well later to get his attention.' Gary coughed dryly and muttered under his breath, "I don't need him to notice me..."

I had already climbed the stairs all the way up here, and I didn’t feel like going back down, so I made my way inside, thinking I could just wait in there. Stepping into the room, I found myself taking note of all the little knick-knacks and toys. Ryder's bed was just a queen-sized mattress with white sheets and blankets on the floor. On the bedside table next to the mattress, I saw a photograph of a woman, and she looked so much like Ryder, so that must be Layla. Then I saw a couple of surfboards hanging on the wall and one lying on the floor. There were lots of surfing trophies, medals, pictures of Ryder surfing, and a newspaper article that said: Ryder Jake Williams... The best new player

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

His face had a very nice smile on it, while his eyes glittered with warmth. “Good morning, good morning, ” he said, and his voice thundered through the room. “I’m Ryder Jackson; I own the Grand Plaza Hotel and other hotel chains around the country. Sara was startled and felt herself flutter in the chest flutter. She had heard of Ryder Jackson, had she not? Who hadn’t? He was a legendary businessman who was capable of ruthless business actions and had impeccable taste. Austin got up on his feet, grinning, and outstretched his hand. "Ryder, good to meet you," he said, his voice smooth and confident.