Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

I declined. "Oh come on," he pushed on, "he told me you do this amazing thing with your ton-" "Connor." he yelled and he immediately stopped talking. I chuckled, knowing exactly what the fuck was going on, "I can't believe this." "Jade I-" "No," I sighed, "it's fine." I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria.

Oliver Breakfast was over all too quickly. I had already forgotten most of the names of the pack members who were introduced to me, most of whom were warriors or farmhands who report to Ryan. He wasn’t there this morning, but we were told he was already out working. We got up and walked to Narissa’s office with her leading the way. Sophia and Sam stood up to join us. Before we could enter the office, I stop suddenly, causing them to slam into me accidentally.

The man didn’t fit in with the crowd of tech millionaires and hipster parents. ‘Brian Connolly.’ Dominic fought the roll of nausea. The man who was going to take Samaire away from him had finally arrived. He quietly inspected his competitor. The man was tall and lean, his blond hair brushed back to frame his thin face. Dominic didn’t like the smirk on the guy’s narrow mouth or the supercilious arch of his eyebrow. “Dom, I want you to meet someone…” Samaire said while placing her hand on his shoulder and turning to the douchebag. “This is Brian Connolly, a colleague of mine. Brian, this is Dominic Weston. I do all of his social media.”

But if he even thought of harming my mate then I would definitely rip off his throat before dying. He held up his hands placatingly. "I mean no harm, honestly." His grin was all teeth. I stayed on guard. He looked over my shoulder and bowed curtly. "My lady, I apologise for my rude behaviour. My name is Connor O'Brian. I am Damian's old acquaintance." Myra had been a silent presence until now. She side-stepped and came forward to stand beside me. She curtsied and said warily, "Pleased to meet you."

No point in small talk we both know why we are here. " They have been really quiet. But I know they found out Brent is back here and they are looking for him but it's not just the club looking." What in the fuck does that mean " Who else is looking for him?" He lost all color when I asked that " His name is Connor and he is head of the Irish Mafia" What in the fuck " Why would he be helping you? He has no fight with Brent" I know everyone coming after Brent and the Irish should be happy with him now unless he did something to which I have no knowledge

So he could talk. Connor had compliment him so well, and implored for his number. Something he was reluctant to give, because Connor had looked like a Playboy to him. He too was with strings of tattoos, and piercings, just like the way Ronan had been. Connor his trousers sagged down, and was putting on loose fitting shirt. But he was still so cute, with green eyes, and blonde hair that fell over his forehead. Something which summed up the typical bad boy looks. After that day, O'Connell kept seeing him around. Because it looked like he too, always came around to O'Connell favorite restaurant. Just like Ronan did too.

Before Brendan could respond, Connor suddenly jumped into the sea with a loud splash. Brendan put down his binoculars, and the members of his organization were already moving to the water to chase after Connor. Suddenly, Brendan heard a scream and looked through his binoculars to see Ophelia falling straight off the ferry. Brendan’s pupils contracted. “Save Ophelia McKinnon! Forget about that man!” Unfortunately, his subordinates in the sea couldn’t hear him. Upon seeing the waves induced by Ophelia’s struggles, Brendan’s eyes turned red. He knew that his opponent wanted him to personally retrieve Ophelia’s body in front of Deirdre.

Connor take the initiative to buy her flowers, must be a stunning beauty, but she had never thought that she would be such a mediocre woman! Sotiria calmed herself down and asked, “He… Are you sure we’re talking about the same Mr. Connor?” “I don’t dare mention his name, but I can tell you that Mr. Connor is the infamous no.1 devil in Rothesay. Ms. Green, it’s really an honor that Mr. Connor has taken a liking to you,” the delivery person said sourly. “He he…” Sotiria replied with a fake smile. “Then I’m not accepting the flowers. You can take them back.”

she muses as we approach him. We each grab an arm and hoist him up. He mumbles but doesn’t wake. We trudge back to the house, whispering so we don’t rouse him. “I saw his face on the beach earlier—he feels familiar,” Brin says. Alarm bells ring in my head. I forgot to tell her he’s the donor. I meant to when she arrived, but her fight with Frederico distracted me. “Does he? Maybe he’s got a common face.” “Maybe, but—” She stops, turns to him, then to me. “He’s the donor. He’s the father of your baby!”

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from