Colton Reynolds Novels & Stories

he says taking a step back. He places his hand inside his pocket. My eyes go wide in shock as I see a small navy blue box in his hand. "Ty," I utter out as I cup my mouth with my hands. He chuckles, his eyes water as well as mine. A knot forms in my throat, while my heart begins to pump uncontrollably. He kneels on one knee and opens the box, revealing a gorgeous ring inside with a diamond in the middle and smaller diamonds aligning the band. "Emily Mitchell, will you make me the happiest man in give me the honor of becoming Mrs. Slate? Em, will you marry me?" he says as he looks at me with a smile. "Ty... Yes, yes baby, I will marry you." I say, before I know it, he jumps up, claiming my li

I needed something — anything — to stop replaying that dream. I turned on the small light above the washing machine and started sorting my clothes. The rhythmic sound of the machine starting up was oddly comforting. I leaned against the dryer, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. I didn’t hear him come in. “Harper?” I jumped, turning around quickly. Colton stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest and stomach were defined, with a light trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, like he’d just finished working out in the home gym

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.”

Reilly growls. They know each other. Cal, the bow welder and possibly my savour's jaw clenches tightly. Whatever relationship they have, it can't be very good... "Didn't think we would have to see each other again," the man muses. Instantly, I'm faced with an accent I've never heard in my life. It's so exotic, the way it melts smoothly together, curving around your senses with a quiver. "And in such an unfortunate place," Reilly muses.

“Because Colton Vale sounds like a linebacker who chews tobacco and says ‘ma’am’ to waitresses but not with respect.” Baylee clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the laugh that still tried to rip out. “Stop,” she begged against her palm. “I refuse to raise a Colton,” Collin continued, relentless. “He’ll grow up to reverse a truck into somebody’s lawn ‘as a joke.’ And then Liam will make me Alpha-discipline my own son. I can’t live like that.” Baylee wheezed. “Oh my God.” “Also,” Collin added, voice low and theatrical, “Colton tried to talk to my mate at a bonfire once after dark and I ripped his throat out.”

Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Colt Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Isabella Frome (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Danica Green (friend). Colt Evans Age: 17 Race: Hybrid (werewolf/ Vampire) Rank: Alpha Physical description: Tall 6’5ft, Muscular body, Tanned skin, Black short hair, downturn grey eyes, square face with sharp jawline, shaved face, Greek shape nose. Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging.

Unlike Jess, I was never a walking F******k, I didn’t have an amazing brain for memorizing people’s names, faces, and the latest gossip about them. “Already?” Colton, who was a former captain of the Carlton High football team, loved partying. He used to be the center of almost every party. Just like any alpha, he had Luke and Castile on his sides as sidekicks. Judging from the way some guys were slapping his back or raising their beers for a toast, he was making some friends here. Jess pout. “Can we stay a little bit longer?” I was about to say that they could stay if they wanted and I’d just get a taxi home when my phone buzzed. It was Tyler.

We were sitting in my study room; I was discussing with them how to make it up to Rayne. "Rayne! She adores red velvet," Olivia elaborated. She was sitting horizontally on the dark blue recliner I had in my study. Her hair was dangling, touching the ground. Roland was sitting on the couch, in a normal position, unlike how Olivia was sitting. "Take red velvet cupcakes with you. That MIGHT make her forgive you faster," she said as she played with a long strand of her blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, while she kept making bubbles with the gum she was chewing.

If he didn't surrender now, she might just pierce his brain on a whim. "I'm Colton Doyle, the butler of the Dalton family. The head of the family sent me to fetch Nina!" After saying this, Colton bit his lip anxiously, only to realize he was unharmed. Colton incredulously touched his head, the worms seemingly didn't explode. Vincent proudly lifted his chin. "With my Mommy around, you won't die even if you want to." "Thank… thank you." Colton's smile was uglier than crying, realizing he had spilled the Dalton family's secrets.

Damn, that anatomy though! People take his pictures and upload them on their Snapchat and I*******m stories. I see Rita trying to put the doggie filter on him. Her friends peek at her phone and do Awwwww! "Good morning people of Damison Group." His authoritative voice roars in the hall. A high, intense shudder runs down my spine, making me sink more in my seat. His hoarse voice causes goosebumps to flare up on my arms. He seems really powerful, I can't act manly around him. I am probably wet.