Novel & Cerita Ryder Tully

I shrugged, kicking a small rock into the nearby flower hedges. “Man, this is exactly why I had to leave that fucking family. It’s like being a Chadwick means being miserable. My biggest luck was the fact I was born a second-son. I swear to God, I would’ve burned that entire family to the ground. Legacy be damned!” he said. It was ironic to hear him say that since I knew he prided himself on the legacy of Shadow Ryders. I was about to reply him when my phone rang. It was Rolly, a Ryder who worked as a valet in the new upscale restaurant in Pine Creek. What was it called again? I can’t remember now.

"The prodigal son has returned." Ryder walked toward the grave with a stride that promised violence and ecstasy in equal measure. He didn't belong at a funeral; he belonged in a bed, or against a wall, or anywhere he could cause a scandal. "Bethany Evers, as I live and breathe," Ryder drawled. His voice was a low-frequency vibration that hit Ruth-Ann right between her thighs.

That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring. Sure, the old Taya's play-it-safe policy was a big reason behind the lack of excitement in my high school days. But there was something else. The reason why my love life was drier than the Sub-Saharan desert was this: Ryder Jake Williams. To the world, Ryder was RJ— the talented young surfer who was one of the most popular guys at school. But to me, he was just Ry, my annoying older cousin.

How will Taylor cope with her future mate being a hunter, will Rudy escape and will Daryls fate finally come to light Taylor West

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

He grinned again. “Taz also rides bareback,” Ryan inserted. “And he’s being modest. He’s made it to the world finals three times. Twice in bareback and once in bull riding.” “That’s awesome, Taz. Congrats,” Chase said. “Where’s home for you?” “Here and there. I spend most my time on the road. Seen a lot of this great country. Met a lot of fine folks.”

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

"Ryder has the power to turn any random event into a trendy story. In other words, he can make a mountain out of a molehill. So, be careful not to cross paths with him, or you might become his scapegoat." "Are you sure Ms. Ariana Gray is here?" What? Until now, I feared Ryder for his profession, but he was here for me. I couldn't let him get the upper hand. I needed to do something to avoid him. "Chill," I told myself, trying to calm my nerves and think clearly. What could I do to avoid him? How could I blend in and not draw attention to myself?

my father barked, his voice trembling with fierce hatred, witnessed by hundreds of VVIP guests. Ryder stared at my father with a completely deadpan expression. He didn't take the bait. With an incredibly elegant movement, he snatched a glass of red champagne from a passing waiter's tray. "I am here under the official invitation of Mr. Kessler, Mr. Collins," Ryder replied, his lethal baritone smooth and steady. "Besides, your vendetta is with my father. It has nothing to do with me."