Colten Gunn Novels & Stories

“I want to explain. Please.” “I wish somebody would,” Jayden muttered irritably. Hailey took a deep breath. “I knew Terrence by the name Colt. That was his code name when he was in Special Forces. I didn’t know he was here, or that he was one of the Colorado Colters. He and his team saved my life three years ago.” Jayden opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly held up her hand. She needed to get this out before she lost her courage. “Just let me tell the story first.”

"And a gun." "Mom." I whispered in horror, staring at the gun in Liam's hand and then at my mostly fuming yet a bit scared mother. She stepped forward, Liam right behind her. "Don't you dare mom me. Digging up your father's grave, your own father's grave!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? DID I RAISE YOU LIKE THIS? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WERE YOU EVEN THINKING!!?" Unlike typical heroes, Colton wasn't ahead of protecting me. Instead, he was behind me, using me as a shield. Some boyfriend he is. "Um, there's a gun." He meekly uttered, blinking at the gun.

Braxton said, disbelieving of what was probably the truth. "Oh, he would. Looks like the list of people I've got to kill just got longer," Gunnar held me in place with one arm, hand gripping my chin so my focus would be on Braxton, "If you close your eyes, little one, you're not going to like the consequences," he ordered into my ear, warm breath skating across the surface of my skin. Gunnar pulled out a Glock that was tucked into his waistband, aiming it at Braxton. I watched in mind-numbing fear as he removed the safety, "Gunnar, you don't have to kill him. He's my cousin, please let him go." I pleaded, unable to tear my eyes away.

- "Yes sir" Colton set the gun down on a bench, and walked over to the pair at the door. He wore a militarized uniform, and his piebald body filled out the garment admirably. The agent looked at Lora, not quite approving of the redhead's presence, then shifted his eyes to the inspector. - "Teach her some basic tricks, make her less unprepared" Jack asked. Colton was better with guns, anyway. - "We can talk?" the younger agent asked, looking once more at Lora.

What I wasn't prepared for was to walk in on Colton and this man staring with guns up to each other. "YOU KILLED THEM!" The man screamed as him and Colton stood on the deck together."YOU PUSHED YOUR SON IN FRONT OF YOU PUAL!" Colton said back keeping his gun at him."Gavin was my best friend and you pushed him in front of you when I pulled the trigger." Colton continued."COLTON!" I screamed making them both notice me.

The honesty startled me enough that I turned fully toward him. “It was one of the men,” he added. “He swung the butt of his gun.” My breath caught. And there it was again, no pretty lie or effort to soften reality for me. Just truth placed carefully in my hands. “Did you?” I swallowed. “Did you report that?” Colton’s eyes stayed on the road. “No.” “Why?” His jaw flexed. “Because it wouldn’t matter.” Anger swelled within me. At the whole stupid, broken shape of Moonbrook. At how people could walk into the woods with silver and guns and still expect the law to shrug politely.

"Take it easy, Tina, he happens to come from the premier family in these parts, and his dad's the head of Greenville General." He owns his own business here making custom bikes...he's just a nice kid, Tina. Now keep in mind this is Kat's choice, and I didn't see her, but she left me a note saying where she was gonna be, and I gotta tell ya, I saw those two together and they're the real deal. The way this guy spoke to me, well, he means business. I have to say I don't think she could be in better hands." "Well I need to know more about this Colton. What's his last name?"

“What do you think Nox is going to do?” “No idea. I just remembered Colt had a friend growing up and his mom had mated with someone from Anthony’s pack and so they moved. His biological dad died in a battle. Maybe he would be able to provide us with some inside information that could help us.” “If we are going to follow Gunther and do our own thing, we will need to figure out what we are going to do with Adalynn and I don’t want to be gone for more than a few days at a time.”

“Yo, Colton. That’s just pop, right?” I recognized the man as being a groomsman. There’d been two—the wedding pamphlet had named them Noel Gamble and Oren Tenning. Since this guy looked Brandt-ish, I figured he was Noel, which would make him Colton’s big brother. Lifting his cup as if in cheers, Colton answered, “Of course.” I glanced at him, frowning slightly and trying to remember what he’d ordered for himself. Had it only been cola? I wasn’t sure.

Stevens stood from the chair and Colton shook his head. "No" He argued. "No, i didn't—i swear to God i didn't shoot anyone. I don't know what you're taking about" Colton raised his voice, anger teething in his eyes and Stevens threw him one last glare. "I'll let the judge decide that" He replied coldly as he made his way out of the doors. Colton rammed his hands into the desk before he was restrained by the guards nearby. "I'm innocent" His hoarse voice echoed through the walls.