Novel & Cerita Ryder Tully

I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with dark hair and beautiful gray eyes. She had made the tree explode into a million pieces, and I looked at the now-vanished tree in shock. She sat on Asher’s car’s passenger seat, making me gasp. “Ash?” I asked, making him chuckle. “The name’s Emily. Nice to meet you, honey. Now, let's go kick some ass, shall we?” she says as Asher steps on it, surpassing us. “Was that-” “Emily Slate, former beta, Tyler’s wife. She’s their healer and a witch herself. She's pretty cool, huh?” Hunter says, making me look at him in amazement.

He’d never paid mind to Tala before, but the way his copper eyes looked over her, as if drinking in her presence, filled her with butterflies. Ryder Landon, his human, always caused me the same butterflies even though I’d never admit it out loud. I had carried around a secret for years about Ryder. One that I’d sworn to carry to the grave. I had a crush on him. A hopeless, ridiculous one. It was stupid, really. I knew it. I’d attempted to dismiss repeatedly but had no such luck. Ryder was the Alpha heir of this pack. Untouchable. Commanding. He was the guy whom people noticed the moment he entered the room. Almost everyone either wanted to be him or be with him.

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

I fail embarrassingly. Ryder’s dad is on his way out when we get to the door. He is a big, cheerful man with the same easy smile as his son. Years ago, he used to be a hockey legend, one of the league’s most feared defensemen before the Bennett-Monroe scandal that people no longer talk about, the main reason Ryder and Miles don’t see eye to eye. “You must be the girl who got my son glued to his phone all the time,” he says, shaking my hand firmly, then glances at Ryder. “And grooming himself a lot more.”

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

He was definitely going away. Seeing his temper, Arya jerked her head back as Dominique raised his eyebrow. Ryder ran inside the deep Tahol jungles until he was out of breath. He clawed trees in frustration as he bellowed to the sky. The pup was too arrogant. What the hell did she think that a man like him, who was five hundred years old, who had never had this kind of a conflict in his life, was going to do? In his life experiences, he had never wanted to do anything with family life, but when he got a chance, this was what life presented him with? He plucked a tree out with its roots and hurled it across with a frustrated roar.

"I talked to Aatalo a while ago. How is Ryder?" "He still makes the best margarita's I've ever had," Tamara chuckled. "He's working at a tech company now. They design video games and other digital softwares. He's enjoying it." Rosie had kept in touch with Ryder over the years. They texted once in a while to catch up so she was looking forward to finally seeing him after over two years.

My hands trembled in my lap, fingers digging into the fabric of my jeans as I clenched my fists. It wasn’t Jace. Not anymore. It was him—Ryder Black. He was a storm wrapped in denim and shadows, his eyes a deep golden blaze that had seen straight through me in the gym. Like he knew. Like he’d been there. My throat dried up. “Ryder Black?” I whispered, barely managing the name. Talia leaned in with a dramatic roll of her eyes, her thick curls bouncing. “Transfer. Rich troublemaker. Expelled from two schools. Rumor has it he broke a guy’s jaw with one punch, and his dad paid off the principal. Now he’s Crestwood’s problem.”

I breathed out steadying my mind, “venue shots, outside shots, entrance shots, head shots, décor, prestigious guests, celebrities, influencers, hosts uh...” “Drama,” he added. I shut my eyes. Dang it, the most important and I almost forgot. He flipped to the second card, “main celebrities?” “Robin Ryder. Manager, billionaire, business man. Wife died 3 years ago. 6 years ago he adopted two gold mines, 2 boys, Chris and Justin Star Ryder. Chris Ryder, movie star, 180 million followers on I*******m, men’s activists, coca cola ambassador, and…Britney’s boyfriend.”