Colleen Boyd Novels & Stories

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

That is aside from the fact that she has a beautiful face like barbie alongside with her blond hair and blue eyes and also a body that most of the guys are drooling for. And of course Alexis or Lexi, their friend whom they consider as their personal cheerleader. Whenever Arianne and Kristinn felt kind of upset, Alexis is the one who would run an extra mile to cheer them up. Ohh and Alexis is their friend who loves to go out and party like an animal. Alexis is the bubbly one in their trio and she's also hot with dirty blond hair, green eyes, slim figure and she's tall like she stands at 5'9. But she's not rich, just okay!

He is not turning gay and he is going to prove that to himself. He approached the girl and soon they were dancing, the girl giving him a lap dance. Out of the corner of her eyes, Olivia saw them. She was shocked at first but later waved it off, it's good Kane is having fun, she thought but she can't understand while her eyes kept going to them. Why was she interested in how the girl was dancing and why does she feel like she can dance better than her? She brushed the thought off and gave Caro her full attention or so she thought because her eyes always stroll to Kane and the girl every now and then.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

Her enthusiastic mood diminished when she heard her boss' voice in the reciever. "Kindly bring the proposal documents for tomorrow's board meeting. " "Yes sir." She replied as she replaced the reciever. She picked up the proposal documents, neatly arranged them and rose from her desk. Hesitatingly, she said a short prayer, turned the door knob and opened one of the two huge pair of doors. A white carpet spread through the spacious office. The large windows showed a wide view of the city. The mahogany shelves and file cabinets were full of books arranged neatly. He stood at one of the shelves engrossed in one of Christopher Columbus' diaries. He closed the books and addressed her.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

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When he reached our table, he stopped, slid his hands into his pockets, and gave Savannah a small, knowing smirk. “Hi,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “I’m Colleen.” Savannah didn’t take his hand. She just looked at him, her body stiff as stone. “Colleen, this is Savannah. Savannah, Colleen.” I said quickly, trying to break the tension in the air. “I know who she is,” Colleen said, lowering his hand, slightly amused. “The girl is shaking up half the school and pissing off my sister in the process. You’ve made quite a name for yourself, Savannah Ford.”