More Of You By Colton Dixon Novels & Stories

Everything—and I mean everything—comes to a screeching halt. Emilia squeals. Bianca and Emily scream. They quite literally shove Dante out of the way to wrap their arms around me. “Hey! I was a part of this!” Dante protests from behind them. “Yeah, but your part’s done, bro,” Rocco says, walking over with his husband Grayson in tow. He pulls me into a hug. “Now it’s all on her.” Stefan and the Don both laugh, clapping Dante on the back and pulling him into one of those awkward bro-hugs men do when they're trying to look tough.

Colton's smile widened. “The rise of another, more powerful master,” he said, “One that is closer to our master's master.” “So there is another player in town,” I said out loud, although I was musing more to myself. I looked at Colton, “And this other, more powerful master? They are dangerous?” Colton grinned and nodded. “To some, yes,” he said, “But for some of us, this is a chance to be something more than a vessel for the tainted blood.”

Arriving at Bryan's yard, he immediately got into his car and drove it at a moderate speed. "A couple who both share the trait of wanting to ruin their relationship. You'll see, I'll catch you, Soldatove." said Alex, smiling like a demon. ***

I asked, again hoping I had heard it wrong all the time before and it was just $200, even $500 would do. "$5000." "No problem with my hearing." I said to myself. "You don't have to pay it all together you know." Alexia said, giving me a small smile. "You'll have to wait for years then." I snorted. "Or I could help you." I turned at the new voice and stared at the guy with dark grey eyes and dark brown hair, dressed in a white V neck and light blue low waist jeans that showed off his immense gym efforts. "Colton Hastings." I greeted impassively. The jerk of senior year, a complete flirt whose head wouldn't enter the Pacific Ocean because his ego was bigger than it.

"Cassandra… I've liked you for a long time. From the very first moment I met you, your talent and strength caught my heart. I know you've been hurt. But…I hope you'll give me a chance. Let me win your heart." Warmth rushed through me. Through everything, he had been steady, patient, and kind–a werewolf I could truly rely on I looped my arm through his with a smile. "Alright. But you'll have to work for it." He chuckled, and the three of us–Nathaniel, our daughter, and I–walked toward the exit together. For the first time in a long time, I knew my future was going to be bright.

He lunged, grabbed Rex by the collar. "Rex! I'm warning you—Leah's mine. Touch her and I swear—" A voice cut clean through the heat. "Ian Fillion, are you done?" He froze like a kid caught acting up, hand dropping fast. "I..." Leah stepped forward, cool as ever, and stood right next to Rex—no hesitation. "If you're done making a scene, go home. Your family—and Cecilia—are waiting."

Getting old. His eyes landed on a guy a few tables over. Perfect type: cute, lean, killer smile. Echoed his high school ex, stirring a faint ache. They locked eyes, and Kieran knew the signals from club nights past. Guy nodded toward the floor; Kieran stood. He didn't dance, but he'd sway to the beat, work his charm for a hookup. "I'm Luke," the guy said, moving to the music. Kieran pressed in behind, hands on his waist.

Kingston nodded, "I see. Anyways, I want to be sure so, find out if Spencer is the one who put me in here. If it turns out that he is the one, then I will not hesitate to get rid of him." After Lizzy waited for a few minutes, three men came into the room. They were all tall, just like Row liked. Her heart began to race at the sight of them and she kept staring at their pants to see the sizes of their length. Row dropped the bottle he had been drinking from and stood up as he clapped his hand excitedly, "well it's about time. Lizzy these are Anthony, Tee, and Joe." After speaking Row put on music and took off his pants. He sat naked on the couch and watched while the men got naked as well.

But he always found ways to make her hate him even more! That evening, Riley sent her a message. First, a few pictures. "You and the little bastard’s things took up too much space, so I threw them away. Sean agreed too!" "Oh, by the way, I deliberately took the spot from the little bastard. Jordan doesn’t like playing the piano anyway." "That doll, I had Jordan cut it up. Something made by a dead person will bring bad luck!" "Are you angry? You better not get so mad that you die with the little bastard, then I’ll have nothing to play with!"

I didn’t want to hear more of his lies, so I cut him off and told him everything I knew. “Right. So you didn’t install the cameras and trackers?” He reflexively tried to deny it, but I didn’t give him the chance. “And you didn’t prepare the blood-clotting medicine too, hmm? What about signing the agreement to clear the blood clots? That wasn’t you either?” With every statement, I heard something shatter on his end of the line. When I finished, the line went eerily silent. After a while, he spoke shakily. “You’re wrong, Vanessa.