Colleen Hoover Booktok Novels & Stories

Eyes being ripped out of enemies, teeths being plugged out of betrayers. "Are you okay?" Mr Peterson asked again. "I got into an accident while I was a little girl." I lied, forcing a smile. "Oh! That must have really hurt?" he said, I could notice the disbelief in his eyes. I silently prayed he doesn't ask anymore questions. "Colleen finally slept." he whispered, moving towards his daughter's and giving her a kiss on her chubby cheeks. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go get a glass of chilled lemonade, you can even read some books. I have all Colleen Hoover's book in the library." he added. "Sure, anything that will keep me occupied." I replied. ******

“Fine! Although I understand what you're saying, you need to be aware that this would not be an easy task! As a result of giving in to Mike's plan, Colleen raised her hands. Nevertheless, her words retained a persuasive quality. Colleen needed a partner she could rely on for the long term. Although Mike's statements may be understandable, she remained hopeful that his strategy would be successful. The Vulture was now a step ahead of them. In fact, Colleen hoped to trade some of the loot for food and other necessities in order to prolong her time in this awful war. Even if it meant hiding for the rest of her life, she was determined to survive. She had, after all, managed to live that way for

She turned the photo over, reread the caption and closed her eyes as she said a silent prayer of thanks. "We found her," she whispered, her eyes shining bright with tears. "We found Colleen. She's coming home." [End Of Book 2]

“I’ve got your back. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Just answer their questions as best as you can.” “Why are you even here?” Hatchett asked. Colleen’s eyes darted to me, and I placed a hand on her shoulder, ensuring her she wasn’t alone. “I came to Moon Valley on an assignment,” Colleen said. “But I already told Ciara and Cillian this.” “And who sent you?” Hatchett continued. “A guy by the name of Shiro Kenji. He paid me a five-year salary to move here.” “Why did he hire you?” Torque asked.

Emma let out a defeated sigh but decided to wear it after not finding any other suitable option. As she stretched her hand back to open her zipper, it hit something firm, followed by a waft of warm breath, sensually caressing the nape of her neck. Fear rushed through her veins, rendering her body motionless. He's here! "Husband and wife don't hide from each other," he whispered, his voice growing huskier as their bodies drew dangerously close. She inhaled sharply, and an enticing blend of his luxurious cologne, laced with a subtle note of alcohol, enveloped her senses.

Colleen spat, grimacing with anger. She strained to get up from the ground but winced in pain as her legs failed her. "Why are you fools all standing there? Help me up!" She barked at those loyal middle-aged maids, who were shocked into action. They rushed to assist her, carrying her back to her room. Before leaving, Colleen shot a venomous glare at Harriet. "This isn't over, you little fool!" Little did Colleen know that her arrogance and domineering behavior had all been captured by the surveillance cameras in the villa.

"And he tried to bury me under a mental health narrative. Whatever you owe him, you have already paid it by trying to fix what he's part of." The silence stretched. Sloane waited. "Tell me where to come," Vivienne said. She hung up and turned around and Colt was standing behind her in the doorway to the back room and she did not know how long he had been standing there but the expression on his face told her he had heard enough. He crossed the room in four steps and then he did something she had not expected. He put both arms around her, fully, without asking, and she stood inside that for one breath and then two and then she put her face against his chest and held on, and he did not say any

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 34 Matteo Sareena’s voice tears through the room like broken glass, shrill and trembling with grief. She’s unraveling in front of me, her chest splintering under the weight of death, her sorrow sharp and unrelenting. And beneath it all burns something even wilder. Rage. I let out a laugh, low and controlled. My towel draped over my shoulder as I finish drying my hair. The steam clings to my skin, water sliding down my chest, but instead of feeling clean I feel electric, alive. Her fury feeds me.

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

dominating the space, holding my hand tightly, making me believe I was strong enough. And he wasn’t here, because of my fear, because of my choices, because of everything. “She wants a murderer by her side, holding her hand, with an out-of-control wolf hovering over three innocent lives!” Colen exploded, his voice hard and cutting like a knife. His gaze burned with indignation, and I shivered, shrinking my shoulders while gripping the sweat-soaked sheets tightly. A groan escaped my lips, deep, raspy, full of pain and frustration.