Hxh Colt Novels & Stories

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

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."

he says rolling up his sleeve, his face indicating pure anger. Instead I hug him tight and cry heavily on his shoulders, he holds unto me and sigh. "What happened?" he asks me as I have successfully calmed down. I brought out my notepad and begin to write. And in details I explain everything Colton's face turns bright red and he stands. Colton is a crazy guy with well defined arms which he prefers to use it on people who crosses his line rather than sitting down and wasting time talking about it. "What did you do? "

He was still chuckling as he left the library with his guards. Colt pulled his phone and dialled Matteo's line. "What's crashing, my wild card?" Matteo's grainy voice hit the phone. "You know what you did. Am I a commodity to you?" Colt said, his voice not dropping. "Oh...." Matteo sounded. "The deal with FIRI? But it's just two hours, Colt. You can just follow Harish for the comeback,and I promise to give you a day break from the garage." "I'm not gonna go for the comebackFind yourself a new commodity," Colt declared and hung up.

“H-huh?” “Care to share what’s in that head of yours?” he asked in a low voice. Colt was lying flat on his abdomen. The size of the watchtower was not enough for his legs to extend and he had to lift them up. There was a gap enough for the muzzle to stick out, but he seemed comfortable though. “Nothing.” He was looking through the scope, watching across the distance, then he spoke, “Seen anything unusual?” “I got a good sight, but I couldn’t see anything other than leaves swaying in the wind.” I chuckled.

Dean watched me, pestering me with the last topic I wanted to discuss, every chance he got, when I wasn’t working out or locked in the library tracking down Rosetta's new location, or stalking Colt's social media pages. Colt. Colt, who had become the major source of anxiety. He was quiet. After Axel explained that the young woman was a biker in Colt’s club, the youngest, and sort of his pet in the group, I sent a condolence message. He read the message, and his only response was the love emoji. I had to rely on his social media pages for signs of life from him.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

Goosebumps erupted everywhere as the sparks danced between us, stronger than ever. Colton joined us, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone on his dress shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his tattooed chest peeking out. Clay lowered the top of my dress to sit around my waist, freeing my tits. He and Colt each cupped one, weighing the heavy flesh in their hands and groaning appreciatively.

It was Colt’s doing—he stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a cruel smirk on his face, clearly savoring the destruction. “Heather, my little scared kitten,” Colt sang mockingly, his voice dripping with malice. “Don’t hide now. My soldiers deserve a real fight from you.” I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Channeling the power of my wolf, Whitney, I summoned the magic of her healing to seal my wounds. The pain lessened, replaced by a surge of determination.