Ryder Tully Novels & Stories

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

And then him. Ryder. He stepped out from the back room, wiping his hands on a black towel. Tall—easily six-three—broad shoulders filling out a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show forearms covered in intricate sleeves that disappeared under the fabric. Dark hair pushed back, stubble shadowing his jaw, a single silver ring in his left eyebrow. His eyes—storm-gray—locked on mine and didn't look away. "Mia?" His voice was low, gravelly, like smoke over stones.

I chose to ignore it because beggers like me cannot choose. * "You are here" Ryder observes as I step into his underground house. This is where his run ins are done His boys are all seated waiting for his orders. There are seven of them in sight. "I am here" I affirm even though it is obvious he was asking rhetorically. "So who am I meeting?" I ask dragging a sit as Ryder takes a puff of his cigar. His eyes scan me warily before he motions for one of his men whose name is Terry to bring in something. "We are taking this into Mayflower hotel" he says as Terry drops the stuff on the table.

- 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.

Cup winner in his rookie year, now playing for the Stormriders, Larsson’s poster boy with an ego to match. “Hey Haaayes,” Noah drawled, grinning like an idiot. “You brought Lila?” Ryder scowled and shrugged the arm off. “No, it's her twin. She doesn’t have a name.” Noah laughed. “Wow, how exotic. I ask because my guy here—” he gestured at another asshole lounging in the booth behind them “—he really likes her.” Ryder’s jaw tightened. “Good for him. She only has eyes for me, so off you fuck.”

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.

But it was still early for her to arrive. "Where were you?" "I took Trevor to see a little of the city." "Mm-hmm." "I already said he's just a friend! And you? How was it with Miss Swan?" "Okay. I'll start on Monday." "Wow, that was fast!" "Yeah, it seems Mr. Ryan urgently needs an assistant." "What's that?" She gestured towards the papers. "Basically, my duties and some useless papers." "Ah..." "How long have you known Trevor?" "Since high school."

“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