Jack Ryan の小説・ストーリー

Gamma Gabe speaks, “could it be possible that he has something to do with the child abduction ring and maybe Sasha found out? Used that information to get him to help her?” Beta Charles sighs, “what does this Ryan look like, I’ve met a few of the depraved asshats in my day, from running errands for Stano.” Christov clears his throat, “he’s alittle over 6-foot, short brown hair, greying at the sides, brown eyes, no facial hair, wears high dollar suits, nothing special about him whatsoever.” Beta Josh and Gamma Gabe both shake their heads, “that’s not Ryan, Ryan is short, 5”8, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, full beard and on the chubbier side.”

The wounded child called him, and this made Ryan leave that rogue and run to him. "Jack", he ran towards him but didn't let off that knife, "Are you alright?" Now I can see fear all over Ryan's face... {it is not the fear of rogues, it is the fear of losing someone} ... He looked around, and for once, I thought that he would shout for Ben or Chandra for help, but when he looked that they were busy fighting rogues, he himself helped jack. "Come on, we need to go to pack house", he said to him but as soon he touched jack's shoulder, he shouted in pain... {seems like his shoulder is dislocated} ... "Sorry, jack", Ryan is looking more tensed now... {Why the fuck am I here if I can't do anything?

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

“You are dating Jack Sloan?” Ryan blushes and nods. “Top ranked Warrior, 21 and under Jack Sloan?” Ray asks. “Yes, but he is only 18,” Ryan tells us. “He is about to graduate.” “Nice,” I say and hold up my fist. “Pass me the meds and let’s move this party to the couches.” “Maybe you need a shower,” Jay suggests. “Okay,” I grab more clothes and go take a shower. When I get out, Ryan is snuggled into Jack on the loveseat. Jack has a look in his eye, and I know what Ryan is to him.

Where was this guy? Jack nodded an ok to Richard before pacing up to the stairs; knocking on the door he went in to discover Ryan wrapped in nothing but a towel. His hairs were wet which indicated that he was just out of the shower. “Where were you for one whole hour?” Jack asked while making a seat for himself in the bed. “Practising gun.” Ryan replied as if it was a tea for him.

"Are you, by any chance, single, Ryan?" Jack Bennett asks, "I'm Jack Bennett by the way, you can call me Jack." With bated breath, Ryan had primed himself for what he had thought to be a mundane conversation centred around work, resolving doubts, defending mechanisms. Never did he expect a seemingly innocent inquiry would penetrate the brittle walls of his personal life. Ryan's heartbeats quicken, a forced smile dancing on the dais of Ryan's shivering lips. This unimaginative snooping into Ryan's boundaries had caught him off guard, unsure of how to answer to that. Nervously, his fingers scratch at the transparent top, a futile attempt to ease the dryness that plague his throat. The jug of w

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.