Colby Brock Stories Novels & Stories

THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical. Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.

Colby wrinkled face. Mr. Colby Brooke and Mr. Samuel Knight were best friends from college, they were the one who build Knight. inc from scratch and made it New York most prestigious and richest modeling agency, they both work over the clock for Kinght.inc to reach at it top place however Mr. Colby was one of most corrupted and dangerous member of BOD in Knight.inc, he had many crimes under also his hands were bloodied with many people, Samuel Knight was well aware of his all illegal activities yet he kept quiet and waited for Ethan to turn 18.

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.

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.

Bradville seemed to be more peaceful now than in the 1800s. “Colby. Nice to meet you. Your brothers came here yesterday.” Zachary informed as he led him into the house. He shut the door and they waddled into the living room. “We need your help. It's urgent.” Colby uttered as he sat on the couch. “Why do you need my help? I gave all the help I could yesterday.” Zachary reminded him. Colby twirled his eyes. “Um, yes. I know that but it's about the hunter community. You were among the vampires that attacked them in 1976. Can you remember if any of them had a descendant?”

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.