Colton Lyons Novels & Stories

Logan said as we hung up. “My sincerest apologies, Luna,” Colby bowed his head. “It’s fine. You wouldn’t have known. Weren’t supposed to know yet either,” I shrugged. “Still,” he frowned. “Don't go around trying to pick up girls on the side of the road. It's kind of skeevy,” I teased, laughing as David’s familiar car pulled up behind Colby’s motorcycle. “Luna…” David sighed, getting out of the car. His gaze went to Colby, and he raised an eyebrow.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

~ COLTON ~ A smug, winning smile was playing on Colton’s face. After all, he was Colton fucking Rhodes, player king of New York City. He wasn’t new into the dating game, and there was no way some virgin girl could beat him at his prime. Did she think he was mad that she stood him up? No, he didn’t get mad, he’d get even.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

"Piper? I thought you were ignoring me." A chuckle followed, but Piper's anxiety drowned it out. "What's going on between Lyra and Mr. Colton?" Piper demanded. Ethan's tone shifted. "I don't know what you're talking about." Piper's grip on the phone tightened. "Don't lie to me, Ethan." Ethan sighed. "Colton's an enemy of the Monroes. He'll stop at nothing to bring down their empire." Piper's gaze dropped, her eyebrows pinching together. Her mind replayed the unsettling scene:

"I need a solid brother, there's going to be a lot of heat in that room in about five minutes. I know Colt, and I'm thinking of everyone involved he might be our loose canon." "How so?" He looked over to where the big guy was being introduced around and it hit me that he was the oldest one here though you couldn't tell from his appearance, fucker never changes. Must be that young wife and the battalion of kids he had. "You and I, we were trained, there's a point that we can be pulled back from. Lyon doesn't have that and I'm thinking when he sees his little girl's face on that screen all hell's gonna break loose.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

His tone hadn’t been cruel—just tired, like someone who had accepted too many things he couldn’t change. She turned the corner and froze. Colton was waiting for her. He leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, shirt sleeves rolled neatly. His tie loosened. There was something different in his posture—less CEO, more storm cloud. “Looking for bedtime reading?” he asked. Savannah said nothing. He nodded toward her hand. “That article’s old news.” “How old?” she asked softly. He stepped closer. Not fast. Not threatening. Just inevitable. “Old enough to be dangerous if you believe every word of it.”

With the same inflection and the same complete absence of concern, and I watched Colton not like it at all. I had seen Colton deal with being dismissed before. He did not handle it gracefully. I knew from seven months of watching him that whatever came next was not going to be good. "I have heard about you," Colton said, his voice dropping into something more personal and mean. "Before you even got here. The great Liam Harrington, star quarterback, the guy every school wants and every coach rearranges their entire system for. I heard about you from guys at Westfield before you transferred and they told me exactly what you are like." He paused long enough to let the implication sit. "Guy like

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash