Puro X Colin Novels & Stories

He pointed at the chair next to him and said, “Sit down. Eat with me.” Colin sat down and tried not to puke from the sharp smells that drifted from the food on the table. He filled his plate with some red-looking soup and looked at Vlad who was devouring a pig's feet. Fat dripped down his beard while he chewed loudly. Vlad burped and said, “So Colin. Let’s get straight to the point. I am impressed by the way you do business. You have gotten my attention, so I am proposing an alliance to strengthen the world of men once more.”

He barely had time to breathe before another shot missed him by an inch. “Talk,” Alessandro said, the heel of his boot grinding on the ground as he drew closer and yanked Colin up by his shirt. Then a bone-splitting punch flew into Colin’s stomach and blood spurted from his lips, tainting Alessandro’s black. “I don't have her” His voice came out in a ragged breath and then he chuckled. The chuckle cost him as Alessandro’s next punch came in ruthless, bone-wracking bursts, each fueled by pent-up fury, and suddenly that anonymous photo he had gotten months back assaulted his senses, and by the time he stepped back—

“This smell reminds me of Dion but since when did she have Lily's smell? Dion…” Pine drank the contents of the blood cup slowly. Even though it's blood, she admits it doesn't have any taste. It tasted bland, but she could feel her strength recovering slightly from the blood from this cup. Pine felt the blood was like an energy drink. On the other hand, Vero, who had been sitting between the rows of benches, suddenly stood up. Without saying anything he approached the two of them. "What is it?" whispered Julio not wanting to interrupt the change ceremony.

He seems to be having just a little too much fun with this. Colin clears this throat. “While we are on the topic of Willow and your attempts at flirting-.” “I was not flirting Colin- I was...persuading.” I interrupt him to clarify. “Bullshit – you were totally flirting and for the record- right at the end there - so was she.” It is a rare thing for Colin to swear, and every time he does it always shocks the hell out of me. “But I wanted to give you an update on the unidentified male. It’s taken a bit, with him being in law enforcement, I have to be careful not to raise any red flags, but I have been able to build a profile on him.”

The person taking over Susan's position had to be on Naomi's side! Naomi already had someone in mind. "Who is it?" "Colin! He majored in finance. This is his forte." "You're right. I'm relieved, but… How have we not seen him for the entire day?" Naomi furrowed her brows upon Susan's question. She had indeed not seen him for the entire day. It was then when Uncle Zach entered. Naomi immediately asked, "Uncle Zach, where's Colin?" "He went to a different district to buy raw materials. That's strange. He should've been back by the afternoon…"

Marianne nodded at her in acknowledgement. “Ah yes, this is the mortician's assistant,” said Dr Eli to Marianne and Francois. Then said to the assistant "Show them the papers." The mortician assistant produced the papers. Francois had a look and showed it to Marianne. It contains details on what the assistant would be doing, and then the other paper is a copy of the details of the person who is doing the request. Marianne scanned the paper and spotted Steven Cole's signature. “Steven Cole!?” she exclaimed.

As I looked at Colin who was currently laying on his stomach on the bed, I gasped loudly in shock. No, I didn't gasp because he was glaring at me- which he still was- but my reason for gasping was for another thing entirely. Colin was on his stomach so his back was bare for anyone who entered into the room to see and what a sight it was. If I had thought his back looked bad yesterday, it was worse now. It was an angry red mass of flesh which had been cut into pieces by the silver whip. Now it looked as if the pieces of flesh were disintegrating and the whole back was now one open flesh wound that looked like it would never heal no matter what was done to it. It was a really bad sight to look

Gwyneth's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of panic. "Dr. Powell is definitely a professional doctor! Colin, don't let your imagination run wild. He was recommended by a friend I know well, and he's supposed to be an expert in treating mental health issues. I brought you to see him for your own good, so how can you suspect him like this?" Colin repeated the phrase, his tone ice-cold. "For my own good? Or for your own good?"

’ Reg protested. Colin frowned at me. “Isn’t your wolf Reg, the one who made that T.V. show?” He cracked a grin. “I just love that Alpha David. And Beth?” He let out a low whistle. “She’s one hot tamale.” He had a slight southern drawl to his voice, which came out in his vowel sounds. “Great,” I deadpanned. “You’ve got a fan, Reg.” “He sure does!” said Colin, struggling to sit up more. I didn’t try to help him. “Now, you want to be me?”

“Pure blood?” Colin tilted his head slightly. The corners of his thin lips curved into a cruel cold smile. He slowly stood up, looking down from above at these gutter rats living in the old era. His powerful aura made the entire wooden floor of the manor creak under unbearable pressure: