Aot Colt Novels & Stories

aura answered and ran off, Bigfoot was not one to mess with and she didn’t want to drag anyone into her mess. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Her door was ajar when she entered and her heart skipped a beat seeing he was not the only one sitting on her sofa, some of his men were with him and they looked angry. “Bigfoot” she called slowly as she entered, the aura flowing from him was very dangerous and she was really scared. “Aura, finally you are here” Bigfoot replied and stood up from where he was sitting before advancing towards her, “I thought that rich boyfriend of yours would interfere just like he did the last time “ he mocked as he puffed smoke out of his mouth.

If Ava wasn’t back by then, he would go out looking for her. **** Hawk and Ava snickered and joked in hushed tones as Colt and Belle brought up the rear. They were sneaking around the Steele main home. Colt had parked the Wagoneer two town blocks away from the house and cut the headlights off. He was in a good mood tonight so the last thing he wanted was to have to break up a scuffle between Hawk and Ray. He was also hoping Belle was in the mood to fool around later so he didn’t want to get beat up and soar from breaking up a fight. If he got that way from fucking? Sure, but not from breaking up a fight – not tonight anyway.

Alone on a callous planet. “Relax. You are white-knuckling the weapon.” “Sorry, Papa.” “Concentrate. 400 yards. Wind—five klicks left.” “Yes, sir.” Otto pushed up to look through his binoculars. He’d used the same pair for over twenty years—a green rubber, armored Leica Vector pair, with a built-in laser range finder. Like a sniper’s rifle, a good pair of binoculars was vital to the trade. Jona stroked the AI AW rifle with the tactical suppressor and folding stock that could easily fold into a suitcase for a quick escape. This was the first time that Jona would fire the Arctic Warfare bolt-action sniper rifle on the job. Jona’s humble rifle back in Finland wasn’t up to the challenge. Otto re

God knows how Ethan is going to track this thing, even though Connor reckon that there might be more than one. So this is a gamble, and the cards are not in our favor. But what is in my favor is that Edward, Breyden, and the Vampire Hunter are traveling in the car behind us. This gives me the opportunity to discuss my little beloved's creation. "Now," I start off with a bit of information that I doubt the boys know of yet, "You boys know that Samuel Colt has recently passed?" Connor looks over his shoulder and only but shakes his head at me, "No, did the old-timer finally kick the bucket?"

Colt Age 24 I made my way to our seats. Alicia was with me tonight. I haven't seen her in so long. When she found out I was coming to this side of the country, she couldn't resist meeting me here. It felt good seeing her. While we talked on the phone weekly, our lives had gone in separate directions. I had gotten us both seats up in the nosebleed section. I didn't want her to see me, just like any other time I went to her games. I had on a hoodie and also a hat.

I knew he would hear me so there wasn’t any point in shouting. “Yeah?” He answered without looking at me. He was standing with his warrior, looking at something in the ashes. “Don’t you still have a friend that is a warrior for Anthony?” As hard as I tried to wrack my brain for his name, I was coming up short. Colt looked over at me and squinted his eyes. “Yeeeeeah. Nox?” “Yeah. Would he approve of all this or would he want to help us?” I watched as Colt processed this information. “I’ll figure it out.” He said before he went back to his warrior.

Now I'm sitting here watching three Wilsons play a sport that ties their family together, and the sight is beautiful. Colt definitely takes after his Grandfather- big, broad, brown hair and hazel eyes. But Curt must have gotten more of his mother's side. While Curt is tall and muscular, he is more on the lean side. His hair is the same rich chocolate as theirs is, but his eyes are that startling green with flecks of blue. I'm so wrapped up in my comparison of Curt and Colt's bodies; I don't realize the men have stopped playing. My mind is trying to picture Curt's lean and muscular body shirtless when someone clears their throat.

he said, not loudly, in the way he was always not-loud about things that mattered to him. "Colt." "You had a right to know what you were carrying." "Yes. And now I know." She looked at him. "I need you to not go to war with Cross over this. She is the best shot we have and I need that relationship intact." He breathed through it. She could see him doing it. "Fine," he said. "But when this is over she and I are going to have a conversation about what my people get told about their own equipment." "Fair," she said. "Completely fair."

Colt's POV I swear I'm not a stalker or a creep! I just... Well I was worried about her so I brought a chair in and watched Aurora sleep... I've watched her steady breathing So I'm sitting in an uncomfortable chair in a pair of sweat pants and socks making sure nothing happens to her. I can see the sun finally breaking through the storm clouds. Hopefully this is a good sign. The storm was raging all night long with the wind and thunder battering my house, much like my own turbulent emotions.

He looked like pure trouble, 32, broad shoulders, strong arms covered in tattoos and engine grease, stubble on his sharp jaw. “Car trouble?” he asked, voice deep and rough as he approached. “Yeah… it just died,” I said, stepping out of the car. My sundress felt way too short and thin under his intense stare. Colt popped the hood and leaned over the engine. His shirt rode up, revealing a strip of hard, dirty abs and the deep V of his hips. Grease smeared across his skin. Something primal stirred low in my belly as I watched those powerful arms work.