Colt Aot Novels & Stories

"No sweat. Though, what's your game plan now? With the village secretary gig gone, are you heading back to the publishing grind?" Colt gave a nod. "Yeah, I'm heading back to the press. But there's a catch. I promised my dad I'd get hitched to some family-approved partner in two years." "Get hitched?" Xoan looked at him, disbelief written all over his face. "You, the guy who's always done his own thing, agree to tie the knot with someone you don't even dig?" Colt was the epitome of living life on his own terms, and Xoan always admired that about him. Yet here he was, talking about walking down the aisle in some pre-arranged marriage.

Colt spent the ride to the airport on his tablet pulling every scrap of intel on Adrian Wilder Corporation we had. “They’re lean,” he said. “Aggressive. New money. Adrian himself is thirty-five, ex-special forces, turned corporate raider. Likes to play dirty.” “Great,” I muttered. We made it through security with minutes to spare. First class, courtesy of Nikolai’s panic booking. The flight attendant barely had time to offer champagne before we were taxiing. Colt reclined his seat and closed his eyes. “Wake me when we land or when the plane crashes, whichever comes first.”

Colt then decided to contact the man who had previously called him. "Tio, come fetch me; I'm in Paris; I'll go to this auction," Colt remarked to Tio, who was on the other line at the time. Tio said, "Roger that." The call then came to an end. Colt, on the other hand, immediately proceeded to his home. He was also thinking about the grand auction, and he couldn't help but be perplexed by it. Something is off about it. Despite the fact that he was supposed to return to his domain and that he still needed to locate his mate, Colt chose to attend the upcoming auction. That's what his gut tells him.

Automatically, her fingers touched the remote again elevating the volume. ‘Talbot Developments and Colt Tech are making a collaboration on a new project. Although, this is not all there is to this collaboration. The CEO of Colt Techs Mark Colt, known as the genius developer, and Talbot Developments’ chairman’s niece and his only heir, Kate Talbot are rumored to be engaged. This makes us wonder if this talk about a project is the news of a merging under disguise is actually…’ The announcer spoke as the video went on showing the two men signing documents and shaking hands while the woman prettily smiled at them. After the documents were signed, the younger man let the woman wrap her arms aroun

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••

Colt smirked before winking at her and walking back to his SUV. Shutting the doors, I got behind the wheel and started the engine. “Last chance, forget anything?” “I think I’m good.” Adjusting the mirror, I saw Kristen smiling at our daughter. She was tickling her, making her little laugh warm my heart. “Alright, here we go.” Colt put a walkie talkie on the dash so we could communicate as we drove. The whole drive was a few hours drive. He was located more into the mountain range, making the scenery much more appealing. It spoke to my wolf more as we went through the winding roads.

Colt—panting heavily—hopped away immediately the very moment he saw the opportunity. His legs wobbled like soggy noodles while he was sprinting away from the giant. As he ran, he stumbled and he was about to fall on the ground, until Falco grabbed him by his shoulder. It was pretty obvious that Colt legs have taken a huge toll. "What took you guys so long… " Colt uttered as he leaned on Falco's shoulder, "Dude… I was this close to passing out…" However, instead of patting his back for tackling the armored behemoth for over 15 minutes, Falco uttered with a grim tone.

“You know, we have been treatin’ him with kid gloves since he settled back here. Maybe it’s time we…” “What?” “Take the gloves off,” Cord and Colby finished together. Colt grinned. “I’m in.” Colt returned home hours later to find the light on his answering machine flashing. Probably a telemarketer. Most everyone he wanted to talk to called his cell. He hit play anyway. Two messages. “Colt. It’s India. Look, I’m going to be really busy the next couple of days. I hope you understand it’d be best if we just did our own thing until the weekend. I’ll call you then.”

My wolf was growing restless; rain or shine, I wanted to be outside. After making a list of necessities that I’d bring in a backpack, Colt helped me figure out how to get the items. A paper road map of Coloradoa cheap rain jacket from a gas station in Dalesbloom, a bag of deer jerky Colt would put together ‘for a packmate’, an extra sweater—his. “I saw the gun on Catrina’s waist,” I pointed out. “Where’d she get it?”

Alec said and Colton hugged him. "You're the best Colt"