Colleen Boyd Novels & Stories

Adrian shoved Jessie aside and snapped at her, "Shut up. Don't talk about Colleen like that. She was your sister-in-law." Then, he turned back to the camera and said, "Thank you for your concern, but Colleen is history. Ms. Rosalind Muller is the woman I want to protect now. She's suffered too much because of me." On camera, Adrian looked remarkably sincere. I noticed that the online comments were filled with nothing but praise for him. Behind me, a bodyguard stepped forward with a blank expression. "Ms. Lamb, would you like us to strike now?" I smiled and told him to stay calm. It wasn't time yet.

"No way, Rosie's a good kid. She couldn't possibly have racked up that kind of damage! "It has to be you, Holly. You must be the one pulling the strings!" I had anticipated their denial. That was why I had the damage report drawn up and notarized immediately. Rosie had been caught napping on the job, disappearing for hours at a stretch. She botched an inventory shipment because she did not know the ropes, mixing up two different products and shipping them to customers. "The company's already been more than generous, covering most of the loss. The rest is on you," I said.

“You want honesty? Fine. I’ll give it to you. I was raised to believe you were the enemy. That Damon was a man worth destroying. That Kael and Evelyn let my mother burn. That you, were a traitor. Sleeping with the same man who helped kill her. I was raised to hate all of you and trust me when I say I am still going to get back at Kael. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I don't like the idea of knowing that my mother was inside that building to save Damon and Evelyn while she burned alive.” Sienna’s lips parted slightly, her expression unreadable. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but I raised my hand, stopping her. “But I’ve seen enough now to know I wasn’t told t

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I want to say No but I don't want to disappoint my son so I lie, "Maybe..." Just then, my phone rings. I quickly pick it up. "Hallo, Ms. Clarke. My name is Janet, an editor and publisher on Jinx Publishers and I came across one of your wonderful books. I would like to offer you a contract on your book "Sweet Stranger, if that is okay with you." Jinx publishers are the best in the country with, with amazing contract deals! They have published millions of best-selling novels to date. This is not happening to me!

My neck was stiff, my knees were cramped, and my eyes kept burning every time I looked toward the front of the bus. She was sitting right behind Coach, three rows ahead of me on the opposite side of the aisle. Elena. She had her laptop resting on her knees, the screen casting a pale blue glow over her face as she typed out whatever pre-tournament press releases the media department needed. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy, chaotic knot, a few loose strands falling against the side of her neck—right where the navy collar of her jacket sat.

Ruth Dembski arrived in New York three weeks later, accompanied by the granddaughter she'd mentioned on the phone, a sharp, curious woman in her thirties named Colleen who worked, Wren learned within the first ten minutes of meeting her, as a high school history teacher in a small Ohio district and had spent the drive to the airport, according to Ruth, peppering her grandmother with questions faster than either of them could answer them. "I've been teaching the industrial revolution to sixteen-year-olds for eight years," Colleen said, standing in the archive's reading room with an expression of undisguised wonder, taking in the boxes and the careful lamps and the photograph of Elias Calloway

All eyes were on them. “That’s Chloe Grey,” Colleen said. “They’re considered the perfect pair. She’s talented, beautiful, rich, smart… every guy’s dream.” She paused, then scoffed. “And a total bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like her already.” I raised an eyebrow. “She’s basically Ms. Perfect,” Colleen continued, stabbing her food. “The only girl who can do whatever she wants with him.” Honestly, it all sounded childish. But I couldn’t deny it, they looked good together.

“But you don’t smoke.” Colleen tapped repeatedly on Gray’s forearm pressing down her neck. “What?” asked Gray impassively. “Maybe she wants to say something?” said Edward. Gray studied Colleen’s expression. “If you scream or resist, I’ll gut you with my bare hands,” she said in a menacing tone. Colleen nodded her head. When Gray removed her forearm, Colleen was roughly coughing, touching her neck. “Speak,” said Gray who was still sitting on her stomach. “I---i---i,” stammered Colleen then she coughed again. “I’ll…I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you ev---everything.”

Or maybe she wasn't. The doorbell wasn't through buzzing when Colleen marched into the apartment. "Hey." They hugged. Colleen looked over the plates of food. "You having an army? You get enough food to satisfy an Italian grandma. I know. I have an Italian Grandma." Meg smiled. Colleen, She was a defense attorney who had defended some high profile clients for her young age. She grabbed life with both hands but was the least serious of the three. "Wine?"