Colleen Boyd Novels & Stories

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

"Come on!" I was about to refuse, but he already walked away leaving me transfixed behind him. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I didn't want to be prejudiced just yet. Maybe the business partner wasn't RID Miller. But why are the female employees grinning like they've just met a Hollywood actor? Or maybe that business partner is just as handsome as an actor? Handsome as Rhysand del Millero? I remember that we once built a network of information systems for entertainment artist labels in Los Angeles. Maybe one of their artists came to be friendly and wanted to work together again. Maybe it's Ryan Wilde, who I know is one of the company's top actors.

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

"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

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.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

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.”