Colin Changed Novels & Stories

One could only surmise Colin’s fate concerning his betrothal to Rosalie. Abram called The Boss to let him know. In turn, The Boss called Gina, to keep her updated on the progress and thank her once again. He also asked if Gina had contacted Colin since that night. No, she said, and he told her it was no longer necessary to do so. By the end of Monday, Colin had packed his belongings at work and left. Getting rid of Dungi and Gornat—which could not have been done previously without raising suspicion and further validating the allegation Colin made—could then be carried out immediately.

"Robyn wants a break from me." "What the hell is this? Is this true?" "No Col. I don't even know how my name ended up there." "My goodness." "I can't lose her Col. Please tell her I didn't cheat on her..... I would never hurt her intentionally. Please...." "I know Beau. But not now okay. Let her calm down first then we see what happens okay? Let's go home." Colin dragged him away to the car and they left the Hachi house. "Where is this clinic anyway?" Colin asked all of a sudden.

"Why the sudden change, my dear? I thought you two were in good terms." Daphne let out a heavy sigh, her eyes reflecting sadness. "Dad, Colin and I have broken up. We're no longer together." Mr. Nobel's expression shifted from confusion to concern. He directed his questioning gaze towards Colin, expecting him to confirm or deny Daphne's words. Colin hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "Yes, that's true." Mr. Nobel's eyes narrowed as he looked at Colin, demanding an explanation for the end of their relationship. Colin seemed at a loss for words, unable to articulate his reasons.

Her voice was deeper now, weathered by time and the quiet life she had fought so hard to build, but it still held that same melodic stubbornness. Colin turned toward the porch, and that's when he saw me. He froze. The football slipped from his fingers, thudding onto the grass and rolling toward the gutter. He stared at me with the eyes of a stranger. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked. The 'sir' cut deeper than any silver blade ever had. He didn't know me. To him, I wasn't the Alpha who had leveled a mountain to save him. I wasn't the father who had held him through the rot. I was just a wanderer in a dusty coat standing at the end of his driveway.

I knew they were bound to have questions since I brought him inside and I was ready to answer them. “I thought you guys broke up?” “They obviously got back together.” Aurelie scoffed. “And if you wouldn’t mind, you should allow Dahlia to settle down like you did yesterday before you bombard her with questions.” I smiled appreciatively at Aurelie as Clementine stepped to the side and allowed me to pass. “Guys, this is Damon.” Now that he was no longer a professor at our school, they didn’t need to be formal with him. “Damon, this is Clementine, Prisha, and Aurelie.” I pointed at them respectively.

“We’re supposed to” I yanked my arm away. “Don’t touch me.” Marcus cleared his throat. “Son, let’s keep this civil.” I snapped my head toward him, my voice a low growl. “I’m not your son. Don’t ever call me that again.” Hayley’s voice cracked. “But we slept together!” I barked out a cold laugh. “Yeah? And? That makes me yours now?” Tears streamed down her face. “You bastard,” she whispered. “Maybe,” I said, standing up. “But at least I’m honest.”

"Lucius, thanks for making the trip. Coco only likes this particular brand of protection, and you can't buy them just anywhere." Everyone's eyes focused on me with looks of pity, mockery, and contempt. I truly didn't understand how Colleen had become like this. She had clearly said she was only with Ronald to get revenge for his abandonment. But in the end, why was I the one getting hurt? Me, who had never once left her side? I stood in the noisy room, and suddenly, all other sounds were muted except for Ronald's and Colleen's whispers reaching my ears. "Coco, doesn't Lucius look like a clown?"

Reed wrinkled his nose, “You mean that dying doe? Yeah, of course.” Colin had noticed that, yes. But there was something else. Something that he had no words for. It smelt like a bonfire; warmth, safety, comfort. Colin was 24 years old and had not struggled with shifting since his teenage years. But in that moment, a snarl ripped from his throat as he dropped onto all fours. Reed knew what was happening and tried to force his brother to control himself, but there was no stopping him. Reed was thrown into a nearby tree as Colin’s bones snapped and changed. In just a few seconds, where a young man had just stood, there was a large, russet wolf, flecks of blood on the ends of his thick fur. The

“Auntie Isla treats me the best! Unlike my mom. She never lets me eat anything. She’s way too controlling!” Isla laughed proudly. “Don’t worry. As long as you like it, Auntie Isla will satisfy you.” Ethan devoured everything on the tray, including the iced cola. Just as they walked out of the fast-food restaurant, Ethan clutched his stomach and collapsed onto the ground.

She looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Apologize? Why should I? Tell me, what part of what I said wasn't true?" As she spoke, she casually picked up a bottle of cold cola beside her. "Oops! It's so hot, my hand slipped." She gave an exaggerated gasp and tipped the bottle in a deliberate arc. Cola drenched my white jacket from shoulder to hem, staining it instantly. "Oh no, Mallory, I'm so sorry," she said, stepping closer with fake concern. "I didn't mean it. Look how dirty it is. Let me help you take it off and wash it."