Colton Reynolds Mga Nobela at Kwento

This hunger is only cured with contact. “I owed you some sort of explanation for cutting off our link. For staying away after we........ I needed to do this properly.” Colton’s voice makes me all kinds of crazy. It’s that deep male sexiness laced with a raw husky and almost commanding edge. He has always had a nice voice, that underlying hint of a Colombian accent in the depths and now more than ever, it does insane things to my insides and dampens my irritability a little. Not quite all though.

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.”

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.

“The man who approached her is not a journalist.” “What is he?” “He works for a man named Colton,” Ethan said. “Richard Colton. He runs a private organization that moves children across state lines for money. Not for their benefit.” He said it plainly, without drama, the way he said everything difficult — as a fact that needed to be known. “Some of the children who came through this room were running from people connected to him. He knows I have taken children he considers his. And he wants them back.” The room was very still.

A ring nigh Jay had me shaking all the dirty thoughts and he groaned before clearing his throat and glanced at the screen of his phone. “Oh, it’s Col.” He announced before getting up, walked out of the glass doors and stood at the balcony under the night sky. He seemed to be in a heated conversation as he paced from side to side. I think my face was evident of all the questions because Tiger decided to answer right on the spot: “Colton is his brother. I am sure you have heard of him. Colton Scott.” That had me spitting all the juice I had in my mouth. He couldn’t be talking about Colton, The Colton Scott that everybody knew.

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.

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.