Theon X Ramsay Novels & Stories

Ramon Lee showed a bright smile. “Oh my, Sir York! Since you’re Xynthia’s boyfriend, it’s only natural for you to drink in her stead! “Mind you, we have rules here! “Other than hers, you also have to drink your own! “You won’t break the rules now, would you?” Ramon poured another cup before bringing both in front of Harvey York. Xynthia Zimmer’s eyes twitched. She quickly kicked Harvey, signaling him to stop fighting.

His face is cast in shadow and set in a serious, vengeful expression. “What are you doing here?” Ryan asks with an edge to his voice. There’s only one reason Ryatt would show up unannounced in Ryan’s territory. Something’s wrong. I pull my robe tighter around my middle to fight the cold creeping over my skin, and it’s not from the bitter late fall air, no. Ryatt’s eyes sweep over Ryan’s face. “Alpha King Jaxon of Tarsian is dead.” Ryan and I both jolt to full awareness.

A balding man approached the table with two bodyguards. " Mr Xavier! Good Afternoon!" Jaxon and John said in unison. " Have you been waiting long?" The man asked. " No, Sir. We just got here." John answered. The man helped himself to a seat. " Ah! The rogue billionaire businessman, Jaxon Hearst. It's nice to finally meet you in person." " The pleasure is mine,Mr Xavier, and I'm not a rogue." Jaxon laughs. " Says the man with billion dollars empire and is still raking in more." Mr. Xavier said. He snapped his fingers and one of the guards lit a cigarette for him.

“I know.” Ramirez studied him. “You gonna tell me why you two rolled up together yesterday?” Jax met his eyes. “Medical. He helped with the aftershocks. That’s it.” Ramirez’s jaw worked. “That’s it.” “Yeah.” A beat. “You smell like him,” Ramirez said quietly. “Even now.” Jax’s throat closed. He looked away. Ramirez exhaled. “I’m not your dad, kid. But I’ve been in this league twenty years. I’ve seen what happens when biology gets in the way of the game. You’re walking a tightrope. One wrong step—”

Tamahome whistled. "Not yet. I will let him chase me first. I am going to make him see that he can't buy everyone and that he can't boss around with his money. I'm not like Rhea who is easily dazzled by money. I have mine to begin with," said Ramon. He deleted Ythan's email to him. "Your majesty, are you ready to see your brother again? Only ten minutes left and we are about to reach our destination," said Tamahome.

They both shook their hands as Ryan nodded with a small smile. "Call me Ryan Xander. Mr. Simmons is my father. I feel old." He said chuckling earning a small smile from Xander. Amelia sucked on air when Xander's icy gaze met hers. "Hello I am Xander Storm." She stared at him with confused eyes but then realized no one knows they are married. Stupid Amelia. "Hello, Mr. Storm I am Amelia Kale." She shook her hand with his. She witnessed his eyes darken at her words. She had no idea why he looked so intimidating all of a sudden.

“James, Ronaldo’s daughter came at the company?” Alex Russo asked his grandson who was caressing his Golden Retriever dog lovingly as he sat in his mansion. “Yes,” his voice was void of any emotion. He caressed his pet as he tried to avoid the subject. “What did she say?” Alex Russo asked taking the seat opposite to his grandson. James let go of his pet and looked straight at his grandfather. “Expected. She came barging in the office, shouting and throwing tantrum like a little spoiled girl.” He told him as his mind formed the image of the blonde beauty.

Said I belonged above the crowd — not performing for it. Funny. A man who talked about grace couldn’t keep his dick out of someone else before his own ceremony. “You talk like you don’t plan to own her,” Ryan sneered. “Fucking hypocrite.” Jaxon leaned closer, blood from Ryan’s nose staining his knuckles. The sight was grotesque.

Jaxon arrived in a sleek monogram swimsuit—drawing awes and gasps from everyone, even the guys. He was extraordinary. Leonard stared with unreadable eyes—like Jaxon was the only person in the world who existed. At this rate, the god of beauty should be jealous. Because Jaxon was about to replace him. BROADWAY Vincent’s black SUV cruised down Broadway as the sky turned orange-pink. Ryu, fresh from his Pride High gig, was still buzzing, stage makeup smudged, hair loose, grinning. “Your set was insane, Ryu,” Vincent said, eyes on the road. “You owned that stage.”

“The sea’s perfect, the sun’s out, and no one’s mad at anyone.” Alexander chuckled, lifting his coffee. “Glad you’re feeling better. I was worried about you yesterday.” “I know,” she purred, placing her hand briefly on his forearm. “Thank you for taking care of me, Xander.” Xander? That’s a first. My throat tightened, but I said nothing. I focused on buttering a piece of toast, even though my hands were trembling slightly. “You look good this morning,” Alexander added. “You seem... lighter.” Ramona let out a soft, airy laugh. “I feel so much better. Sometimes you just need to sleep things off, you know?”