Colten Gunn Novels & Stories

"She's gonna be okay, Gray. Abby's a fighter." But I saw the doubt in his eyes. Heard it in the tremor of his voice. And a cold, suffocating dread coiled around my chest. "Listen, Gray,” Colton’s voice was low, controlled. “We found the shooter. It was... it was someone pretending to be Cale Hunter." He paused, his jaw tight. "Someone used a very lifelike mask identical to Cale. If it hadn’t torn at the neck, we never would’ve suspected it was a mask. Gray, this was a pretty sophisticated operation, an assassination attempt on you."

Cam gave chase as well as a prosthetic-wearing cop could. In the melee, Colt bent over to pick up the tools and India grabbed the big framing nail gun. As she was trying to avoid stepping on screws scattered like tacks, she tripped over the compressor hose and fell…right into Colt. More specifically, right into Colt’s butt. Upon contact with a solid surface, the nail gun’s triggering mechanism released a three-inch screw. Right through Colt’s Wranglers, penetrating the bottom of his left butt cheek. Colt hadn’t screamed in agony. He’d just dropped to his hands and knees, asking her to put the nail gun on the counter.

Colton let out a scoff and a menacing smirk. “Don’t worry about me,” he said. “I’ve been waiting a whole year for this. There’s no way I’m gonna miss this shot,” With that, he turned around and aimed his gun at the cutout again. He took a moment to adjust his aim before pulling the trigger. * BANG! * The cutout burst into two with Colton’s final shot. Levi and Jackson roared in laughter and cheer as Colton turned around and walked away, fully focused and unfazed.

Colby growled like a mad man. Ethan though he was young he was in great shape he skillfully hit Mr. Colby ankle with his leg and freed himself however Mr. Colby harshly pushed him on ground “YOUR FUCKING FATHER FRAMED ME AND HUMILATED ME INFRONT ON ENTIRE NEW YORK FOR YOU TO TAKE MY POSITION… HE BETRAYED ME LIKE HE BETRAYED ELIZABETH….. BUT I WONT LET HIM BE SUCCESSFUL IN HIS ANY MOTIVE….” saying this Mr. Colby pulled out his gun and saw four bodyguards running in their direction however before they could reach them "BANG…….” a bullet was fired from Mr. Colby THE GLOCK 19.

The gun went flying through the air as he knocked her down, wrestling her to the ground. Colton ran to the gun and picked it up, aiming it for Jack. "Let her go! It's over, Jack." Jack's hand went around Nadia's neck, encasing her into a bed of darkness. Colton fired off a warning shot, but Jack paid no mind. Setting his mind on killing the bitch. If he was going to die, she was going with him. He didn't notice the gun that bashed in his head until it was too late. Instantly he fell on top of Nadia, unconscious or dead; Colton wasn't sure. Nor did he care.

She wiped the tears out of her eyes before standing up. "Dinner will be done in an hour or so." She smiled once again before leaving the room. I got up from the bed, walking over to the window again, I stumbled back in shock to see that a tall, young man stood outside. He had his back pressed against a black porshe and his hands on his hair,seemed he was talking on the phone. He had raven black hair and wore black slacks with a black buttoned down shirt, his sleeves were rolled up so you could see the well built biceps that adorned his cute body.

She began to laugh at the irony of her situation; just today, a lost grandson had to show up. "Collette Gunn is dead; today is the sixteenth anniversary of her death. You are Donnell's son, no doubt, but my daughter was never pregnant with a criminal. You go with that story to other houses where...." "She died six years ago, ma'am. Maybe seven... She was living with Elliot Craig for ten years; she was already pregnant when she—"

Dean releases my arm at once, pulling me back so hard that I don't fall to the ground by miracle. With a single step forward, he hits Colton with the handle of the gun, hitting his nose. The sound of metal colliding with the bone makes me shrink, but it is Colton's blood firing through the blow that has my stomach turning in nausea. Hunter even tries to get up, but Dean is already by my side again, pushing the gun against my jaw.

Was he in the kitchen? “What do you want, Colton?” I asked, trying not to look at Jane, so he wouldn’t do something stupid to her. Colton laughed. “I was expecting a bigger party here.” He said, pushing out his bottom lip as he looked around. “What do you want?” I repeated. Colton opened his hands, swinging the gun dangerously. “You turned me into the fugitive of the law, and now I can’t even access the money you gave me. I have lost everything. And I want you to lose everything too. Jason.” He said, then burst out laughing.

“$5.” Rolling his eyes, Colton snatched out his wallet and flung a note in her direction before grasping the gun and preparing to annihilate the plastic ducks that started their ascent along the backboard. A freckle-smattered hand pushed a button and a strong burst of water gushed out, knocking over a green duck instantly. Kate watched him, smiling at his tongue poking from his pursed lips as he concentrated hard on the two ducks remaining. Just as he pushed over one, the water slowed, puttering to a stop. “For fuck’s sake... here,” he barked, throwing another note in the woman’s direction before re-aiming the gun. The woman smirked, chewed-down nails pushing the button to start the water up