Assassin Creed 3 Connor Kenway Novels & Stories

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

-Kenzie, I'd like to talk," Connor speaks. It's me, isn't it? It's not like Carolina was also named Kenzie, my conscience reproaches me. Relax, it's Connor, baby. Just breathe. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, that's it. I look up at him. -Tell me," I encouraged him casually. Not so casual, Kenzie. Connor scratches his chin. -I want us to... -she doesn't know how to say it-... let's be -silence. He's going to say it, he's going to say it! He wants to come back! He wants to go back! Abort mission! I repeat, abort mission! I can already imagine the background music to this situation, a choir of angels. And they illuminate him-..... Friends -and the music stops.

“I’d leave you with that specie of human, Connor! Toss him out when you’re done.” “I’d take myself out, thank you.” Ken said back. When Arya was gone, Ken smiled, turning to Connor. “Wanna eat out? And what dogs were she talking about?” Connor nodded, while laughing and walking to the exit.

“And what makes me believe what you’re saying…” “My family’s life is on the line, Killian.” She said, stopping me. “The man is at the port, waiting for the clock to hit three in the morning. I suggest that you get to him before then, and I swear on my life that the USB is the only thing that contains the recording…” “We’ll see,” I said, glaring daggers at the woman. “Otherwise, Torino will not be the only one thrown off the port as a sacrifice to the sharks tonight…”

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

They weren't able to take away the properties on the island nor this luxurious wedding. There was not one bit of this scenic island they could take with them. The warship's missiles had been prepared. The bombs would not give them any time to argue and theorize. "Connie!" As Elizabeth roared, she was dragged away by Winnifred and Enoch, while Alban had already slipped away much earlier. If Connie ordered the explosion, it would definitely happen. She was Connie Jordan, the second largest arms dealer in the world. There was nothing Salem could do now, even if he hated Connie to the core. The warship was not fake either. I didn't expect that Connie would really use a warship!

Conner hisses at me. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Seymore reels back and punches him square in the face. Conner doesn’t know what hit him as he staggers back, blood dripping from his nose. It looks like he’s going to charge Seymore in retaliation just as another man steps into the alley. “Is there a problem here?” the larger-than-life newcomer asks. “Who the hell are you?” Conner yells, his voice cracking in anger. “Marcus Greene, MI-6,” the man replies, flashing what I assume is a badge.

"Edward is finally dead, which means I am now the rightful king of the Harrington family. Yes, Rebecca, I killed Klein Jonas. And yes, I couldn’t kill Edward myself—that would’ve been too obvious. But you? You’re his wife. It was poetic. Convenient. I hate Edward, always have, and that hatred only festered over time." Connor’s expression darkened as he continued, his voice growing more menacing. "Three years ago, when I learned about the so-called ‘accident’ that killed my dad and stepmother, I knew it wasn’t an accident. Imara deliberately orchestrated their deaths. That’s when I decided it was time to take control and return to claim what’s mine."

He imagined it on him, paired with a tie and a bare chest, and how his mates would look at him, and slid a look at Rhett, who grinned back at him. Cameron laughed under his breath, before refocusing on the other man. “We need to know more about you, before we can decide whether to trust you,” he explained. Connery’s eyes swept around the room, before he stepped closer. “Three hundred years ago,” he said softly as he put his hand into his pocket. He drew out a length of black. Hair, Cameron saw. Braided and tied at top and bottom. “My mate was… well, I needed a healer. Meguitte,” his thumb stroked over the braid of hair. “Helped where others would not. She saved my mate’s life, for a time at