Colin Changed Novels & Stories

Colin glances between us. “I will make your life a living hell.” “Ooh, I’m so scared. Especially since you already did that.” “Hey…I’m here too.” Colin lifts his hand in a wave between us. Alpha Tate moves his scathing glare from me to him. “Colin, your due on patrol.” Colin frowns. “I am? I thought I was on the midnight shift?” “I switched you to cover Jody.” “Ah, shit. Sorry.” Colin grimaces at me, then glances back at Alpha Tate.

Mara A few days change the rhythm of everything. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough that you start noticing the spaces between moments, the pauses, the recalculations, the way people speak more carefully when they think the walls might be listening. Colina had been released. Not paraded. Not celebrated. Not announced with fanfare and ceremony. Just… let go. Allowed to walk out of the lower chambers and back into the world as if she had never been questioned at all.

Colin swallows deeply and clenches his strong jaw. Getting a better look at him, I can see that he’s even better looking up close. He reminds me of Micah with his rugged face and steely eyes. His chestnut-colored hair is in disarray, and his black button-down shirt and jeans are rumpled and soiled, which adds to his bad-boy vibe. I run my gaze over his strong and muscular arms appraisingly. “Why are you here, detective?” I ask as I wipe a cut on his nose and cheek. Colin snickers. “Call me Colin, Sophia. And the reason I’m here is that I’m investigating something that your… stepbrother happens to be involved in.” I flinch back at the use of the word stepbrother. Especially when he just saw a

"I have evidence that proves he's been framed." Julian's words stunned everyone into silence. Marvin's face turned pale instantly. He took a step back without thinking, panic flashing in his eyes. My parents exchanged a glance. The smiles on their faces froze. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. After all, he was the one who fired me. The one who started that entire nightmare. Julian plugged the USB drive into a computer in the office and looked at me. "These are the original chat records from the project group. Eric, take a look. See if they match what you saw."

she scowled at him, hands on her hips. He smiled as if her defiance amused him. Not something she ever wanted to do. Becoming amusing to Remus is asking for trouble. He doesn’t play with his toys he breaks them like a child pulling the limbs off of a spider one by one. Why didn’t she keep her big mouth shut? She was forever getting herself into more trouble than usual. He looked behind her and nodded. With that both Jason the were-bear and Lisa the were-lion began their change. Now she’d done it!

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

Colin planned this so he wouldn't have to split his assets with me? Scott watched my face carefully. "You really didn't notice anything?" I thought back. Colin had changed lately. He had snapped at me during that argument, something he had never done before. No. It couldn't be. Tears suddenly welled in my eyes. How could the man I trusted completely be capable of something this calculated? Even with Scott standing there as proof, I still clung to hope that this was some misunderstanding. After he left, I called Colin. He didn't answer.

But at that moment, I felt nothing. I finally realized he was not acting out of love. He was just being a “good boyfriend” and doing what he thought he should. The CEO of Galaxy Corp was interested in me and asked to meet me. We met in his office. Standing outside, I frowned. He wore a different cologne every time. “Ms. Jagger, welcome.” He wore a deep red suit. He was very good-looking, and the red made him look even more striking. But with that big smile and bright suit, he looked a little too cheerful.

The other relatives sniffed the air and covered their noses. "Yeah, it smells like it's gone moldy." Mom's face went pale, and she quickly said, "You don't get it! That's the smell of the high-tech fabric! It's a special coating! "The more expensive the fabric, the stronger the smell! Edmund's smells too, he just sprayed cologne over it." Just then, my little nephew, who was playing on the floor, ran over and hugged my leg. He was short, and his eyes were level with the open pocket of my jacket.

He had no interest in whatever was happening in their private lives. But what he had learned recently about Jason Dalton piqued something in him. What kind of man was he exactly? And why had he pinned his company's collapse on her? Long before their divorce the media had paraded them as the ultimate power couple. They had looked genuinely in love. What had actually gone wrong between them? Lucien leaned forward, fingers intertwined. "How are you feeling?" He said, in a tone too soft for him to fully recognize as his own. "I'm fine." She shrugged. "Don't worry. Two billion worth of human collateral is still in good shape."