Colin X Puro の小説・ストーリー

"Did Colin say anything before he died? Any information that might help us?" I shook my head. "No. He barely had time to process what was happening before it was over." Calloway exchanged glances with the others. "Unfortunate. Colin knew the risks, but still..." He sighed. "We have to move forward. What else do you have to report?" I hesitated, knowing the next part was crucial. "Fernando mentioned something about a new drug. He was being secretive about it, but from what I gathered, it’s some kind of synthetic substance they’re planning to push onto the market. Something potent. Highly addictive."

“Core,” Colin said, his face tight with pain. Zafir frowned, not understanding the prince’s order. Colin was still too hurt to speak in full sentences. He would cough up blood and lose his breath after every fourth word or so. Still, he tried. “Bring me—core—I need—” cough, blood, gasp “—see, I’ll fix…core—” “How will you fix it? You can barely even breathe, Your Highness,” Zafir exclaimed. “At least let me heal you—I have emergency pills—”

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Chapter 13 Keep Your Enemies Closer After a stunned pause, Colin’s eyes widened, and he let out a sharp crack of laughter. “Shamans are so fucking weird, dude. Really? A fucking bobcat?” Now, I’d never found Colin particularly attractive; he wasn’t quite tall enough, and his muscles were overdeveloped, and he had light hair and brown eyes, and he didn’t hold a candle to — other people. Even so. He was looking at me as I stood in front of him naked, and laughing. And calling me weird.

’ Reg protested. Colin frowned at me. “Isn’t your wolf Reg, the one who made that T.V. show?” He cracked a grin. “I just love that Alpha David. And Beth?” He let out a low whistle. “She’s one hot tamale.” He had a slight southern drawl to his voice, which came out in his vowel sounds. “Great,” I deadpanned. “You’ve got a fan, Reg.” “He sure does!” said Colin, struggling to sit up more. I didn’t try to help him. “Now, you want to be me?”

Xulin knew that Colin was a straightforward person and would never break his words for anyone else let alone an unworthy person like Actress Xia. Colin mocked ever so slightly, making Xulin feel a little vary of him as he continued. “She came in through a back door so I will make her leave through the back door as well. After all, you should know what would happen if this thing blows up.” Out of all three of them, Colin was one of the most calculative people as he had the ability to have a far sight in planning. He would not wait until the iron becomes hot but instead make it heat up and then strike it so hard that it would be unable to recover.

Gwyneth's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of panic. "Dr. Powell is definitely a professional doctor! Colin, don't let your imagination run wild. He was recommended by a friend I know well, and he's supposed to be an expert in treating mental health issues. I brought you to see him for your own good, so how can you suspect him like this?" Colin repeated the phrase, his tone ice-cold. "For my own good? Or for your own good?"

He asked. “Yes and no…I received a letter…Marley…my mate is Pure like me. She has an affinity to rain…to storms.” I told him. There was a long pause. “Wow man that’s unheard of…two Pure mated together…I haven’t heard of that in the history of anything. You’re fire is chaos, storms are chaos. With the fire and water you balance each other out but in the wrong hands…you guys could destroy so much…” “I figured as much….”I sighed.

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

“This smell reminds me of Dion but since when did she have Lily's smell? Dion…” Pine drank the contents of the blood cup slowly. Even though it's blood, she admits it doesn't have any taste. It tasted bland, but she could feel her strength recovering slightly from the blood from this cup. Pine felt the blood was like an energy drink. On the other hand, Vero, who had been sitting between the rows of benches, suddenly stood up. Without saying anything he approached the two of them. "What is it?" whispered Julio not wanting to interrupt the change ceremony.