Coley Does Things Novels & Stories

Cole stepped out, dressed in white linen, looking more like a god of the forest than a businessman. “Mr. Ryder,” Mason stammered, bowing low. “Thank you for joining our humble pack event.” Cole didn't speak. He just scanned the crowd, his eyes locking onto Ivy for a split second before moving on. “Ryder Global is scouting locations for our own spring run,” Cole said, his voice a cool velvet. “I’m here to observe.” “Your dedication is legendary, Alpha,” Mason fumbled, trying to keep up. “Talk to Noah—no, talk to my assistant, Noah Pierce—about the logistics,” Cole snapped, already bored.

"Let's go." ▪︎▪︎▪︎ The market was two blocks away and had too many people in it on a Saturday morning. Cole moved through it as if he had a list memorised, which he did, pulling things from shelves and dropping them into the basket without breaking stride or the conversation he was having with me. I hated coming to the market alone because it only reinforced my fears of being found. "So, Ice Princes From Hell." He mentioned. "What about them?"

“This the girl?” His voice was low, clipped. Ryan nods. “Yeah.” Cole dropped the bag on the table and unzipped it. Cameras. Motion sensors. A scanner. Tools Lola didn’t even recognize. Her eyes widened. “Is all that necessary?” Cole didn’t look up. “Yes.” He moved to the first window. Ryan came back to Lola and sat beside her again. “This won’t take long,” he said. “Cole’s the best at what he does.” Lola nodded, watching Cole attach a sensor to the back door.

Eleanor turns back to the camera with visible satisfaction. “Well,” she says smoothly, “it appears the future of the Cole dynasty may be closer than we thought.” The red light turns off. But I already know what tomorrow’s headlines will say. And somewhere across the city Adrian Cole is about to hear them too.

"Go sit down I'll bring you some paper. I want you to write 'I will not interrupt Mr Murray's lessons'" Cole sits down at his table with a smug look on his face that I don't trust at all. He waits until I bring him paper and a pen then starts writing quickly. I don't fret over it and go back to my important work so I don't get my ass kicked by my boss. "I'm done!" Cole cheers a few minuets later. How the hell is he done? I get up and look at the paper which has 'My dominant will fuck me over his desk' written in huge writing 5 times.

Harley Jay, Cole and I worked in silence in the garage on our separate projects, Dolly Parton's greatest hits playing on the old stereo in the background. My mind still found itself wondering why Cole had a picture of me from my younger years. It was disconcerting and part of me was glad that he hadn't recognized me.

“Cole, don’t you think the temperature is much higher today?” Zayne could not stand the heat and kept complaining, “Isn’t it? It’s all your fault for saying that it’s cold in the mountains, so I came wearing anti-cold gear. Now I’m sweating all over my back.” Jay and Cole looked at each other. Finally, Jay exclaimed, “I got it! Cole, yesterday when we were feeling the coldest, did you hear a rustling sound?” Cole said, “Yes. That beast was near us.” Jay said, “It must’ve gone elsewhere today.”

Cole suddenly said, “I have something that I would like to check with you first, Mr. Yarde.” Kayson nodded. “Speak your mind.” Cole did not speak, but his gaze turned solemn. He suddenly swung a punch at Kayson!

He finishes off, pulling up to a house (somehow managing to find a spot right infront). Teenagers everywhere; girls and guys barely wearing anything, bear cups and bottles strewn across the large lawn area. From here I can see multiple people vomiting out the contents of their stomach, and the moon isn't even visible yet. Cole leaves the car and starts walking to the house, not even bothering to lock the doors. He's afraid I'm going to be murdered on the side of the road but he leaves the doors unlocked? _____________________ Vote Comment Sanitize & Wear a mask ~T

“Then we end it in one night. Hit them where it hurts. No drawn-out bullshit.” Ryder smirked, smoke trailing from his lips. “You’re itching for blood.” “Always.” Before I could pour another drink, footsteps crunched on the stone. Cole strolled in, pissed off already, his phone clutched in his hand. His face told me he wasn’t here to drink. “You won’t believe this shit,” he said. Ryder chuckled. “That look? I’ll believe anything.” Cole glared at him before tossing the words out like knives. “Your sister carried my car and went to the club with Tessa.”