Colette X Spike Novels & Stories

hello lunch, I grinned in delight, and seconds later, I sank my fangs deeply into its veins, glorying in the rush of thick liquid pulsing down my throat. Colette “Yeah, that’s a no from me.” Colette looked up, clearly frustrated as she took her feet out of the third pair of heels she’d tried on this morning. As always, Tibarn was skulking around out at the borders, leaving her with a battalion of maids whose sole purpose was to dress her and make sure she was comfortable for the day. The boredom had all but strangled the gentle wolf.

"Bring me my drink!" Colette screeched, pointing to her lemonade sitting on the table two feet in front of her, while she lounged on the couch. June just rolled her eyes and retrieved it, but before she could reach the bitch, Colette stuck her foot out and tripped her, causing June to spill the drink down Colette's front. The harpy had the audacity to scream and jump up! She waved her hands in front of her top as if that was supposed to help in some way.

And the car fell silent with each of us lost in our own worlds until we reached the apartment. When I reached the apartment, I was surprised to see a faint light in Colette’s room. It seems like she’s burning the midnight oil for her assignment. The demolition must have really made an impact on her. I gently knocked on the door and slowly entered the room expecting to see Colette typing on her laptop. To my surprise, she’s fallen asleep on her desk with her laptop still buzzing with messages. I was about to close the laptop when I saw her draft reply to someone named ‘ACE’. What caught my attention was the email subject ‘The Negotiator’.

Miserable prick. "Okay, but promise me you will link me right away if anything changes and have Paige do it too. I want to know what's happening at all times, Zane." Colette ordered as we pulled up into the garage of the packhouse. I killed the engine, turning to face her again. She was a vision in her dark denim shorts and band tee she had turned into a crop top. Her hair platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Necklaces decorated her neck.

Page himself would also be mocked along with you. Colette concluded her speech and confidently walked away. The crowd was stunned, gazing at Colette's departure in disbelief. One reason for their astonishment was that she had called Belle useless. Another reason was that everyone had just discovered Grayson was in a meeting discussing a business collaboration with Krowdon. Colette's abrupt arrival and recent statements clearly indicated that she played a crucial role in finalizing the deal with Carthus. "Colette is going to make the deal happen? Is this real? I never knew she was so capable."

He was going to move something. The estate gates opened under floodlights that made the whole house look too awake. Colette was waiting in the front hall with two towels, one doctor, and the expression of a woman prepared to outlive all of us on principle alone. “No speeches,” she said as soon as we came in. “If any of you feel like confessing to crimes, save it until I’ve got dry clothes on the injured.” “That narrows the evening,” Gabriel said. “It improves it,” she replied.

I follow in suit. "Yeah it's gonna be so much fun Colette! We were just about to go to my room." She hesitantly nods her head and we all head upstairs. ▪️ ▪️ ▪️ About an hour has passed since we all went up to my room. We found out a good bit about Colette. She goes to Windsor High School the last of the three high schools were allowed to go to. It's the closet to Sidney Rose. Her mom is the principal at Sidney Rose and that is why she was there the day I met her. She only has two friends named Valentine and Nick. Not one of her friends are 17 yet because they are Sophomores. But her birthday is in a month. She was held back in third grade. She has one older brother named Oliver and one litt

As if on cue. "But..." she began, with an arrogant smirk, "We did have time to snap this picture, and honestly, I think this kind of sums up the whole thing." The picture itself was at Colette’s house, Colette, and Lisa side by side. Colette looked stunning, her shiny brunette hair hanging down past her shoulders, perfectly styled. She wore a slim cocktail dress, the material hugging her slim, athletic body. It was formal and tasteful, not showing too much of anything. Her chest was mostly covered, only the upper chest bared, and the dress went down to her knees. Her legs appeared from the dress, leading down to her stylish high-heels. She looked stunning. She was the perfect picture of rest

Then, the canvas rustled. He stiffened. A soft laugh spilled into the dim tent. “Private Warner.” Henry’s heart thundered. Slowly, he turned. Colette stood just inside, clutching the flap shut behind her. She wore a pale dress that clung dangerously to her hips, a little dust on the hem from the dirt paths. Her hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders in waves. “What are you—” His voice was rough, too loud. He lowered it to a hiss. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Bonnie The door to my room burst open without a knock. Colette stood in the doorway with her arms spread wide and a grin on her face that could have powered the entire neighborhood. She was wearing pajama pants covered in tiny pizza slices and a t shirt that said I'm not arguing I'm just explaining why I'm right. Her hair was a wild mess of dark curls and she looked like she had just run up the stairs at full speed. "I am bored," she announced. "You have been here for less than forty eight hours."