Colin Changed Novels & Stories

Now, at 34, he lay with his back to me, the glow from his phone lighting up the ceiling—and the tears in my eyes. I couldn't understand it. Why had he changed so suddenly? Had he been hiding this all along, or had I just never truly known him? The man who used to blush when I held his hand in public, who never dared kiss me outside, felt like he'd died somewhere in my memories. … I stayed awake until morning. After Colin left for work, I finally got out of bed. My assistant had sent me the report. When I opened it and saw the young woman's face, I flipped through the photos again and again to make sure I wasn't mistaken. The woman was Poppy Everett—the same girl Colin and I had sponsored yea

he spat out through gritted teeth, “shift back. I need to talk to you.” The wound to his chest was shallow and already closing up. It still disconcerted me to see his torn clothes and the blood that had soaked into them. Ina stomped a paw on the dusty sand. ‘He doesn’t seem his normal self. What’s got into our Colin?’ ‘That’s what I want to find out.’ I held his gaze and shook my head slightly.

Chu Nian nodded while she gave a questioning gaze to the person as if reciprocating the question. The person maintained his warm smile and stretched his hand, "I am Colin. I am the Male lead in the shoot. Nice to meet you." --- Ready for our Fl's blast? Will Colin affect something in the future? Is Actress Xia going to create trouble for Chu Nian? Comment and let me know your thoughts about the story. Thankyou.

Della whispered into my ear. Colin had changed a lot throughout the years. He exuded the confidence of an Alpha now. Younger me would never have believed it. Colin was taller now and stockier, no longer the lanky boy I remembered. His skin was fair, almost pale against his fine red hair, which he now kept closely shaved. A neatly trimmed beard and mustache framed his face to make him look older than he really was. I noticed how his pecs flexed as he laughed. He really did fill out.

Then, I hurriedly carried a change of clothes before running to the bathroom. By the time I finished washing up and changing my clothes, Colin had already tidied the bed. He was standing by the window, waiting for me. He held a cigarette and stared into the distance, motionless, as if full of thoughts. I suddenly became depressed. After the mudslide incident, Colin became a little different. What caused his sadness? Was his change due to that woman's injury? "Let's go, Colin." He turned his head when he heard my voice. The worry in his eyes instantly disappeared, leaving only tenderness.

“You think? Maybe the blackmail and the totally screwed-up self-experimentation and the pretending to get mated by a guy when you’re straight aren’t super fucking ideal?” That left me speechless. Colin sat silent for a long minute, drinking most of his beer at one go and setting the bottle down on the table with a loud clunk. He turned to me, looking as serious as I’d ever seen him. “Look, I was thinking about it on the way home and while you were in the shower. Thinking about a lot of things, and maybe not liking a lot of it.” He had been incredibly quiet, and weirdly subdued. I’d thought that was just him being tactful, or maybe feeling guilty, but apparently not. “It’s not just the blackm