Colton Reynolds Novels & Stories

“My regular nanny bailed, and my husband has business to handle, so…” That’s when he walked in. Colton Hayes. Jesus. Six-foot-something of sculpted masculinity. Sharp jawline, dark stubble, deep-set hazel eyes that didn’t belong in the suburbs—they belonged in sin. His white dress shirt clung to his chest like it was lucky to touch him. His sleeves were rolled up, veins pulsing down his forearms. Dominant. Dangerous. Married. Kendra’s stomach flipped. He looked at her once—just once—and her thighs clenched.

Colton says almost sounding like a little girl with a cute pout. “Of course not Colt.” I say and he smirks triumphantly, sticking his tongue out to Damon and Ryder. Damon looks at me like I just betrayed him making me giggle playfully. Damon and Ryder found Colton and I spread out in bed this morning and Ryder hasn’t stopped teasing Damon and Colton since then. Colton and I basically spoke all night and I can’t even remember when exactly we went to bed but we learned a lot of stuff about each other and I learned that Colton did not have an easy childhood.

I think it would be great if Colton had some other kids his age to hang out with. “She stole my son.” Kaden says. “She did not steal our son. They love him, and he loves them.” I tell him. We sit down by them on the couch by them, and Colton is giggling as Tianya tickles him. Kylynn has a huge smile on her face, as do I. I love when Colton interacts with them. His absolute favourite is when they sing to him. It puts him to sleep every time. Yes, I have abused this power several times. They don’t mind it at all. They have been over here several times, and the guys will listen to them as they sing Colton to sleep. Ironically the guys have also fallen asleep on the couch listening to

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.

Turning their faces, they looked up at it. “So, Brody’s dead. Smashed his skull on the concrete? Big fucking deal!” He glared at the four above him. “You got your necks snapped? Your pathetic lives ended? Big fucking deal! Life sucks! My family, my money, got me off ? Got me a Get Out of Jail Free card? BIG FUCKING DEAL! That’s life, bitches. That’s POWER!” He caught his breath. “I’m Colton fucking Carryage,” he said, clenching his fists.

She decided he seemed like a good person to steer towards to make her sales pitch. Smoothly intercepting the man as he stomped away from his employee, Reyna extended a polished hand in introduction. “Mr Martinez? It's a pleasure to meet you. I’m Reyna Flores Collins of Phoenix Winery.” The owner shook her hand perfunctorily, glancing her up and down with thinly veiled skepticism at her young age and gender. Reyna pretended not to notice, keeping her salesperson smile fixed firmly in place. She had dealt with pompous men underestimating her before.

An doing them squats during training seem to catch Alpha Wyatts eyes, even when his new toy is around. I’ve also made a guy friend at work that me and Amelia hang out with during our breaks. His name is Jackson. He’s the typical guy girls chase after. The sandy blonde hair, toned build, brown eyes, 5’9” and the messy ‘I woke up like this’ hairstyle. He can be a flirt but I just see him as a friend. I mean he’s attractive but I’ve never been boy crazy; Only a one man alpha crush and we see how that’s going. So far nobody in my friend circle hasn’t met their mates. Jackson is 19 and is still waiting to meet her. How long does one have to wait? I was hoping I’d find mine the day I turn 18. It w

He looked like every warning Evelyn had ever given her and every answer she had never been allowed to ask. Tall, black haired, blue eyed, wounded and very still. Avery went utterly pale. The syringe shook once in her hand. Colton did not step forward. “My name is Colton Blake,” he said. His voice was low and calm. Avery’s throat moved. “I know what your name is.” “I won’t come closer.” “No, you won’t.” Moss growled from inside the truck. Colton’s gaze flicked to the dog, then back to Avery. “Are you hurt badly?”

"Yeah, Tyler told Colton about it when he was looking for a part-time job." That was a bigger surprise. "Wait, Colton works?!" I couldn't hide the shocked tone on my voice. Colton Barnes was the son of Xander Barnes who owned Barnes Enterprises, one of the biggest companies around the country. All of my life, I've never seen him do anything heavier than helping Jess lift her groceries. And that was once. Not to be judgmental, but the dude didn't even need to work and that was why he never did.

Reynolds changed into a different outfit by that time and was standing on the platform delivering the opening speech for the parent-teacher meeting. Just as he was halfway through his speech, an assistant rushed up to the platform, and said pantingly, "Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Reath- Mr. Reath has come to the school." "What did you say?! Are you talking about Kolten Reath, the richest man in the entire city?" Mr. Reynolds asked, somewhat incredulously. He gasped with disbelief, but that was quickly followed by excitement, after seeing his assistant nod.