Colton Reynolds Novels & Stories

Liara’s face paled when she heard this because Theodore never told anyone about his pack or his mother to anyone and acted like he was just a rogue who had no back story. “I did a little research on you,” Colton said, forwarding his hand for the handshake. “I doubt that you just did LITTLE research on me,” Theodore said and shook his hand and felt a strong burning sensation in his hand, but he didn’t react. “Colton Ethan Haysbert. A perfect son and a perfect brother in front of everyone, but at some time, you were so jealous of your brother Calvin that you wanted to kill him. Colton’s eyes darkened upon hearing this, and a black aura started oozing out of his body.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

If she is to get married to him, she has to know his true identity. “I’m Colton Hudson, the CEO of Hudson conglomerate ” he said, his tone is colder now than before. “CEO of Hudson conglomerate.” Andrea staggered back, hitting the side of the car as the name sank in. Colton Hudson. The one and only grandson of Charles Hudson—the multi-billionaire and leader of the Great Echelons of Hillsdale Town. Because of his disdain for publicity, Colton avoided social media and public attention, which was why few people knew him in person.

"She did what, Drake..." "Look, she's eighteen years old, so I couldn't very well stop her now could I. And besides, I didn't even see her. The boy came to the station and asked if it was okay, then again, now that I think about it, it was more like he was telling me how it was going to be." "What! How old is this boy anyway?" "Uh, that's the difficult part, Colton's thirty two." "HE'S WHAT?" "Take it easy, Tina, he happens to come from the premier family in these parts, and his dad's the head of Greenville General."

I wrench it open, ready to apologize, to explain, to beg him to delete it and forget this ever happened. The words die in my throat. Colton Reid is standing on my doorstep looking like every fantasy I've ever had made flesh. Six-foot-three of broad shoulders and muscled arms, dark hair slightly disheveled, jaw shadowed with stubble. He's wearing a black t-shirt that strains across his chest and jeans that sit low on his hips, and his eyes - green, always so fucking green - are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak. He's also holding his phone. The voicemail loaded on the screen.

“Yeah, a friend of his has a nephew that was in a fire and having trouble assimilating back into the real world. Apparently, he was caught in a fire and is having a hard time with the recovery process.” Tammy let out an exasperated breath and shook her head. Eric grunted in mild disapproval before speaking. “Tori, who is this friend?” He gave her a knowing look with his arms crossed. “Umm... his name is Colton. His nephew is named Ronin and he was caught in a house fire. Same fire where he lost his father. Eric became stone faced and dropped his arms. Glancing at Tammy, he questioned further. “Where are you going?”

Colt asked in a dramatic voice, looking heartbroken. "I don't like the way you breathe. It's... too loud." Darren said and walked away. Colt looked hurt for a while, but he soon collected himself and took another sip of the porridge... ... and he got burnt again. I took the bowl from his hands and said, "Why don't we wait for a while before drinking it?" "OK." He replied while wiping his lips. Staring at the salamanders in the stream, Colt said, "I'm sorry for overreacting to your lizard friends. I have a phobia of reptiles. It's a primal fear. I can't control it."

She hadn’t expected the isolation to feel so… alive. The Double Bar Ranch stretched for thousands of acres, remote enough that the nearest town was an hour’s drive away. And then there was him. Colton Reed. The head rancher. Forty-two years old, built like the land itself, broad shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle from years of breaking horses and a sharp jawline. He’d caught her staring on day one. She’d been forking hay into a stall when he rode up on his black stallion. “New girl,” he’d grunted, “Keep up and we won’t have problems.”

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.