Bandersnatch Colin Novels & Stories

she asked. "I saw Colin on the bed with bandages covered with blood and other fluids near him. I could only guess that they had been used to wrap his back because his back was open and it was a grisly sight. It was completely red and covered with welts. The back looked like it was totally ruined and like it would never heal again. It jerked me badly and I suddenly pitied him. But as I looked around the room, I saw Claire and a doctor inside it. Both of them tried to motion for me to go out of the room but they failed because I didn't budge. Once I had seen Colin on that bed, the whole scene had caught my attention and I was determined to stay till the end. As Claire and the doctors noticed t

Colin laughed and clapped his brother’s shoulder, “She is just being polite now lad. It is absolutely shite, but we have a new recipe now. Go work on that and maybe soon we will have the first bottle of Donny O Laddie Rum ready.” Donny's face lit up with pride when he heard that his name would be on the bottle, and he hurried back to the lab. Colin winked at me, and I could not help but smile. After that, we drove back to the mansion where Colin grabbed a bag from the kitchen before heading to the stables. “What’s in the bag?” I asked. “Thought we could have a nice picnic. Can you ride?” “Yes, I can.” “Good, wait here,” Colin said, and he headed inside the stables. He came back with a beauti

3 into a battlefield, Colin, in the final second before leaping off the balcony, suddenly tore open his already scabbed shoulder wound. Blood spurted out instantly, merging into the rain. His unique, extremely dense hibiscus-like fragrance mixed with the smell of blood, spreading across the night sky in an instant. “Eranthe, goodbye!” His final farewell was filled with determination and tragic courage, echoing through the night sky. Colin’s entire body became a black lightning bolt, plunging into the dark forest filled with infrared targeting and vampire shadows. All the deadly encirclement and pursuit were drawn toward him alone.

It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

’ Reg protested. Colin frowned at me. “Isn’t your wolf Reg, the one who made that T.V. show?” He cracked a grin. “I just love that Alpha David. And Beth?” He let out a low whistle. “She’s one hot tamale.” He had a slight southern drawl to his voice, which came out in his vowel sounds. “Great,” I deadpanned. “You’ve got a fan, Reg.” “He sure does!” said Colin, struggling to sit up more. I didn’t try to help him. “Now, you want to be me?”

Valic finally said with great restraint. “Lucious,” Colin said with a delighted look. Colin and Lucious had a sorted history. A hundred years ago Colin and Yuri had been hunting a rogue Were who began killing fledgling vampires and ran into Valic, who was hunting the same were-panther. Valic had orders to capture the man and Colin and Yuri had orders to kill it. In the end, it was Diospar, a Pixie from Cork, Ireland, who caught and killed the rogue. Neither Colin nor Valic we're happy with the pixie eating their prey.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ “You guys look so good together,” Aurelie said in awe when she saw the pictures we took from our date the next week. “And he looks so hot holding a gun.” I’d sneaked a shot at him when he was teaching me what to do and how to hold the gun and I couldn’t even lie. Aurelie was right. He looked hot as fuck looking armed and dangerous. “Tell me the date ended in him blowing your back out.”

The other relatives sniffed the air and covered their noses. "Yeah, it smells like it's gone moldy." Mom's face went pale, and she quickly said, "You don't get it! That's the smell of the high-tech fabric! It's a special coating! "The more expensive the fabric, the stronger the smell! Edmund's smells too, he just sprayed cologne over it." Just then, my little nephew, who was playing on the floor, ran over and hugged my leg. He was short, and his eyes were level with the open pocket of my jacket.

“YOU’RE NUTS,” MICK SAYS. “NO way you can pull that off.” “Let’s do it,” says Colin, holding his chest and rubbing it a little as he lets out a burp. I lean back to stay in the safe zone. He’s drunk way too much carbonation for my comfort. “I’m in.” Colin holds up a hand and gives his brother a challenging look before smiling way too big at me. “We’ll keep the handicapped dude on the bench. It’ll be just you and me. Bonnie and Clyde.”

“I want the perimeter reinforced. No one gets in or out of our pack without our knowing. Colin, you’re on that.” Colin has a buffoon’s nose and a rabbit’s ears, plus fair hair that has an unfortunate tendency to stick up, all of which at first glance makes him look like a clown. But his intense brown eyes belie the comparison. Even when he laughs, which is often, he looks like he is thinking. Colin may not be a genius, but he is close enough to make no difference. “You can count on me.” He sits across from me, his fingers flicking a Swiss army knife idly back and forth. It irritates me.