Bandersnatch Colin Novels & Stories

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hedy. I’m Colin. Allen is my uncle.” I frowned, searching my memory to see if I had ever heard of Colin. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but he bore a pretty strong resemblance to Allen. Candido turned to him. “Get the banishment decree together and have it distributed by the end of the night. I don’t want anyone waking up tomorrow under any misconceptions.” He nodded sharply and bowed. “As you wish, Your Majesty.” He hurried to turn before pausing and turning back. “Your Majesty… if I may?”

Chu Nian nodded while she gave a questioning gaze to the person as if reciprocating the question. The person maintained his warm smile and stretched his hand, "I am Colin. I am the Male lead in the shoot. Nice to meet you." --- Ready for our Fl's blast? Will Colin affect something in the future? Is Actress Xia going to create trouble for Chu Nian? Comment and let me know your thoughts about the story. Thankyou.

Her ruby-red lips pulled back into a sinister grin as she traced designs in the mist that formed from her hot breath. “The whole place was supposed to go boom,” Tippy said as she threw her hands in the air, mimicking a huge explosion. “But you.” Tippy’s attention drifted off Cillian and landed on Colleen. “You had one job to do. All those times you told me I was going to blow it. How I was deviating from the plan. But it was you. Snake. Coward!” “What’s she talking about?” Cillian asked as he turned his attention to Colleen.

he continued. “What kind of dog is Buck?” I asked. “English Mastiff,” Colin replied. Large, blonde dog to match a large, blonde man. My theory still held water. He reached for my hand and the touch made me jump, like a shock but not painful. He inhaled sharply in response and I grasped his hand with both of mine. The connectivity intensified and I became suddenly very aware I was only in a towel. My eyes met his and I bit my lower lip, not exactly sure what to do or say. He placed his other hand on my bare shoulder, his thumb running along my collarbone.

“I’m blending in with my surroundings. Spring break brings out the monsters, you know.” Me, an actual werewolf who has slept with a vampire, knew exactly what sort of monsters were about. Still, “What kinds of monsters?” I asked over the music. “All kinds,” he said with a smirk. “My name is Colin. I’m a cryptozoologist.” “Rina,” I smiled. “Werewolf.” I normally don’t do that, but he was just asking for it! “Really?” he asked, his eyes wide. Hell, no. Not another freak like Rose. Now his hunter joke wasn’t as cute. “No, moron,” I giggled, and gently pushed him.

By noon on the third day, Colin messaged me on WhatsApp. "Lucille, I'm finally done. I'm heading to the hotel to check on the setup. I'll have Joel pick you up this afternoon." I saw his message while scrolling through the local news feed on my phone. "Selwyn Group's CEO Goes Big at Auction, Snagging a Limited-Edition Sapphire Necklace for His Wife." In the photo, Colin was holding Sandy's hand with Oliver in his arms. He was tossing around big money at the auction. The comments section was flooded with praise and envy.

I asked, irritated. "Perhaps it would be best if everyone took a seat," Colin suggested, running a hand through his tousled hair as he settled onto the couch. "I'll tell you everything. The truth, not Valquíria's fanciful version." As we all settled in, eager for Colin's explanation, I felt disbelief and anger competing for control of my thoughts, awaiting a response that could finally clarify this entire mess. Colin began recounting his version of events, revealing details I could never have imagined. He explained his involvement in the manipulations and lies, and how he felt compelled to keep it all secret to protect his friendship with Othon.

Nathaniel was puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Professor, do you have something to discuss later?" Before he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open. Then, a slender figure walked in. The young man had a calm face, with a touch of cool composure in his handsome features. He had a beautiful appearance and a tall figure. However, his right hand was wrapped in bandages, which marred his overall beauty. Dean Blackwell was shocked, "Colin, what happened to your hand?" Colin had taken a leave of absence a couple of days ago, citing some physical discomfort.

Larissa replied calmly, "Your ailment is not a big deal." Without another moment of hesitation, Colin opened the prison cell door. "You. Come with me. Come treat my illness." "I can't do it alone. I need an assistant," Larissa answered. "Sure. You can choose any of my men here," Colin offered readily. Larissa shook her head. "Your men aren't medically trained. They can't be my assistant." She tugged at Ambrose. "He is my assistant." Colin saw that he was only a three-year-old child, so he nodded and agreed.

“Was it fun?” “Yeah, but I need your help.” I rushed out the words. If there was anyone who could help me out of this mess then it was this guy in front of me. Hell, when we were in uni, Colin was the mastermind behind all the stunts we pulled and thanks to him, a good number of them were successful, except that one incident. “Like right now.” “No.” Colin's response was swift and curt, with a mischievous smirk lying underneath it. “Not in the world. This is how I'm going to get back at you.”