Ryder May の小説・ストーリー

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

His face had a very nice smile on it, while his eyes glittered with warmth. “Good morning, good morning, ” he said, and his voice thundered through the room. “I’m Ryder Jackson; I own the Grand Plaza Hotel and other hotel chains around the country. Sara was startled and felt herself flutter in the chest flutter. She had heard of Ryder Jackson, had she not? Who hadn’t? He was a legendary businessman who was capable of ruthless business actions and had impeccable taste. Austin got up on his feet, grinning, and outstretched his hand. "Ryder, good to meet you," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

“That’s great. Drive to Daciana Peak. I have a feeling they wouldn’t want to change their location. It’s closest to the moon in our pack.” Ryder gripped the wheel as he pushed the car nearly beyond its limits. “I let them down,” he ground out. “Nothing’s happened yet, Ryder. You haven’t let anyone down.” “Everything’s such a mess, Odessa. I should be at my game. I blew it off because I needed to see her. I needed to feel my pup’s presence before she left. That’s how important they are to me.” I squeezed his arm. “Rex’s sending back-up.”

But she also knew that he was trying to help them. "Elijah," she said softly, her voice breaking the silence. "We appreciate your help. But we need to know what we're getting ourselves into. Can you at least tell us what we're up against?" Elijah's expression didn't change, but Maya saw a flicker of something in his eyes. It was a hint of approval, of respect. "Ryder's organization is bigger than you think," Elijah said finally, his voice low. "They have connections all over the city, and they'll stop at nothing to get what they want."

"Don't worry about it too much; it'll just make you even worse. We'll practice some more when we get on the open road the sound won't attract Warriors. I'll teach you to shoot, no matter how long it takes." Ryder looks at us from the kitchen. "Would the two of you please get a room?" I glare at him over Reese's shoulder, but Reese looks unfazed. "Don't worry about him. He's just pissed off because you called him a redneck." "Isn't he?" Ryder wears baggy, faded jeans, and a stained sleeveless shirt. His hair is shaggy, and his face is unshaved. Plus, he looks entirely too comfortable holding those guns.

"What are you doing here?" Ryder glanced around nervously, his eyes darting back and forth. "I'm here with the Nightshade Pack," he said. "I've been working with them for a while now." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of work?" I asked. Ryder leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm helping them gather intel on the other packs," he said. "They're looking for any advantage they can get." I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. This was definitely something I needed to report back to Danny.

“Then what do you want me to do? Just surrender to someone I barely know and sacrifice my lifelong happiness?” “Well…” Henry’s face turned serious as he pondered. “The Ryder family might not be as strong overall as the Carters for now. But the Carters’s rooted in traditional industries, and those are already starting to decline. Meanwhile, the Ryders are thriving in the rising entertainment sector. Not only are they personally doing well in showbiz, they also own several major entertainment companies and manage a large number of popular artists. You could say they control half of Vernon’s entertainment industry. If we could marry into the Ryder family, it would be…”

“You can disagree with me when I’m dead.” His father walked back to his desk and picked up the document. “Now convince me.” Ryder glared at his father’s back. “I will.” Mrs. Hendrix flipped through pages of a photo album, taking Alecia through the years of Ryder's life, pictures of him as a newborn and a young teenager holding a ‘Vote for Barack Obama’ flag at a campaign event. One picture featured Ryder's father and Ryder in the arms of a man she recognized but she couldn’t place. The man had a huge smile on his face, cuddling Ryder as if he was his own son.

“Something came up and I almost didn’t make it. But as they say, better fashionably late than never.” “I’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes.” I giggled, my eyes widened slightly as Lydia cleared her throat next to me. I'd almost forgotten she was here! “Ryder, meet my mom. Mom this is Ryder, my co-model on the Halls ad campaign.” “What?” Ryder took her hand, pressing a kiss into the insides of her palm, eyes twinkling in fake surprise. “I could have sworn you were Sylvia’s sister!” I rolled my eyes at his corny statement.

All other assets, including but not limited to: - Ryder Enterprises and all subsidiary companies - The Ryder Family Mansion located at Lvenue - All properties both domestic and international not listed above - All financial accounts both domestic and foreign and also all investments not specifically mentioned herein… …all rightfully belong to Sarah Elizabeth Caldwell Ryder and her children, Katrina Jacqueline Ryder and Mason James Ryder. I am currently in the process of returning all these assets to their rightful owners as they had been stolen from them by me and my current wife; Emily Janet Spencer Ryder. All legal proceedings are in place to ensure that every asset I have ever touched is