Colby Brock Stories Novels & Stories

“What did you have in mind?” “The Hidden Histories.” Colby immediately paled, and his car veered off the road enough to hit the rumble strip before he snapped to and pulled us back to the center of the lane. “Well, I guess that answers my question about whether or not Aaron was making all that shit up,” I grumbled. Colby was so tight-lipped his mouth might as well have been sewn shut. “Colby, I already know. You might as well just admit it. I know you were probably indoctrinated with how important it is to keep the truth from humans, but no one would believe me if I shared this with them anyway.”

I said. But somehow, I felt otherwise. "How did you know all those stories, Bro?" asked Eric. “As I said, I heard it from other people too,” I replied. "I know it. But you wouldn't hear stories like that if you were an ordinary person," said Eric, "I'm pretty sure you heard those stories from important people." "That's right," I said. "Then who are you really?" asked Eric curiously. "I'm Brody and Troy's nephew," I replied, "I call them uncle."

Fred’s fingers were still dangerously close to the edge of my dress. I shifted slightly away, but he managed one last teasing brush along the underside of my ass as I moved. “Plenty of fun,” Fred answered smoothly, his voice perfectly calm. “Ronnie here is keeping me entertained with her stories.” Tina chatted with us for a couple minutes, completely unaware. I smiled and nodded along, but my thighs were trembling. Fred’s hand stayed hidden behind me, lightly stroking the back of my thigh, inching higher every few seconds until his fingertips were brushing the damp fabric of my thong.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Cyrus I stopped in front of the door to the shitty apartment. I knew somebody had to be inside because the baby was crying. I could hear it. They didn’t leave him alone, though. They never would have. By now, Kolton was dead. When Brock stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life, I’d backed away but not without giving it much thought. He guaranteed me that he would kill Kolton as he should have years ago—the way he said it was a confirmation of everything. Our whole story. The reason why Nox left. Why things turned out the way they did.

Our playful exchanges, stemming from my excessive protectiveness over her pregnancy, were more delightful than I could bear. I effortlessly scooped Stephanie up and settled her onto my lap, her back against my chest, allowing her to carry on with her paperwork. Brock's constant lively shuffling my papers, stirring a breeze of frustration. "Do you have any idea how unsettling it is to work with you fluttering around? It's impossible to focus on my reports," I complained, hoping he'd sense my growing irritation. A sly grin crept onto Brock's face as he seized the opportunity to distract me. "Stephi, you'll never believe who's ended up with Janice's wolf," he announced with a twinkle of mischie

One thing would lead to another and before we know it, they might just stumble across our land someday. We never killed any human before, well, I don’t know about rogues but we never committed such crime. I pried my eyes away from the papers I’d been working on when a knock sounded at my office door. “Come in!” I called out to Colby. Why was he knocking at the door? He’d usually just barge inside as if he owned the place. What happened today? ‘Can you open the door for me?’ He asked with a groan. ‘Please!’ He begged.

Tom laced his fingers with Brooke's hand as they sat around with a ring of people. One man sat telling a story of the how he battled a giant cockroach in a tunnel beneath the base one day. It was hard to tell if it was completely made up or had a little basis in truth. Brooke leaned over to him. "Are you ready?" She whispered. He squeezed her hand. "Of course." "Els got us a good spot. Nice and quiet. Well, not for long," she purred.

Colby asked as he plopped down on the chair opposite ours. I nod. "Serial killers right?" Colby nodded. "Well.....I was making love to those mother fuckers. Girl, I think the dream is trying to tell me something. I think I'm into criminals...." He drawled as he picked up his fork and shrugged. "The dream was hot, not going to lie." I cringed. "You're crazy." Colby shrugged again and pushed the mashed potatoes into his mouth. Suddenly someone plops on the chair beside his, a tray quickly landing on the table surface. We all stare at Brian in shock.

Xavier had told me nothing about what was happening. He hesitated, the weight of his words heavy upon his shoulders as he recounted the events that had led us to this moment of reckoning. "Colby and the warriors were on a secret mission no one knew of," he began, his voice heavy with the weight of revelation. "They were ambushed by Cyrus' men."