Colby Brock Stories Novels & Stories

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."

(He literally searched his senior's name on the internet because he doesn't trust him, what a partner Clark has). Suddenly, Clark's phone get a notification from the HQ... from the Chief, "you'll regret your life, when you'll find, what's going on this earth...!" He left Patrick there and reached headquarters alone in hurry. 'Sir!' (he knocked the door of chief's office) "Come in." 'What is it?' "It's like a nightmare, I can't make riddles... Ahmm, there's a case... It's too confusing, I don't know from where to start but I know one thing that I can't tell then it''s easy to show you. Can you please give me that red file from right shelve on your left." Clark looking on the title of the file

Colby said as he walked into the living room. Without thought Braxton told Colby what he had just found out about his father. Colby stood there quietly for a minute before speaking. “You mad?” Colby asked. I pinched my brow in confusion, but Braxton shrugged then nodded. “You wanna hit something?” Colby asked. My eyes got wide, and I started to curl into myself. I didn’t like where this was going. Alpha Rowen, and Beta Jax were up, growling at Colby in a blink.

Brock poured three fingers of tequila and slid it across the bar. “Why don’t you tell me one of your wild stories?” Domini asked him. “I’ll pass because I don’t lie nearly as smoothly as Brock does.” “That’s true,” Brock said. “We called him George behind his back because of that ‘I cannot tell a lie’ bullshit.” Cam confided, “And we called him Pinocchio.” “Really? I’m stunned. All your stories have been an outrageous…lie?” she said with mock shock. “Not all. Once I wrassled a bear with my bare hands. I have pictures.” Brock peeped at her with those big, dark puppy dog eyes that always got him laid. “Wanna see them?”

I imagine all nine Walsh bodyguards pressing their microphone buttons, allowing the rest of the security team to listen. Ashton's face lights up throughout the emo-punk song. ‘Colby’, he mutters, shaking his head. Then, he steals a moment to glance at me. "He was only ten when I finally mustered the courage to come out to everyone, admitting that I liked both girls and guys. I didn't think it would matter to him. But during that Christmas, with half-unwrapped presents and 'Jingle Bell Rock' playing in the background, I stood in front of my family. When they started hugging me and smiling, I looked at Colby, and he was in tears."

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

SPADE “I’ll tell you then, wife.” I watched Brax’s reaction. It was instant. Surprised, he looked at Robyn. He might have seen her ring earlier, but was only waiting for confirmation. He swallowed hard and rose from the chair. “I only told him the truth, Mr. Kolby. I should go.” “Everything?” I looked right into his eyes. “Including your makeout session with your colleague in the bar while you were still dating Robyn?”

“For the drama, Matt.” I sighed. “What even goes in this slideshow?” Rain held up one hand and ticked off fingers. “Colby knocking out a rogue wolf with one punch. Colby is carrying an injured kid two miles back to camp. Colby fell into a pond because he refused to admit the log was slippery.” “Oh yeah,” I chuckled, “he was so mad about that.” “He tried to make it sound noble. Said he was ‘testing the depth for the rest of us.’” Rain laughed, then sobered a little. “But seriously—he needs this. We all do, kinda. A reminder that we’re not just surviving. We’re something.”