Brian O'connor Mga Nobela at Kwento

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"Kurt, I wanted to ask you about Helena O'Connor." Father Brian sighed with his hand over his face. "Oh Lord, who did she beat up this time?" "No, it's nothing like that. I'm worried–and this is going to sound ridiculous¬¬-–that she might be under the influence of something supernatural." Brian gave him a stern and concerned look. "What do you mean?"

“Kai ran to get the healer. You scared the hell out of me. What happened to you? We were okay a while ago and then suddenly you collapsed.” Inside, I smirked bitterly. Good. This was exactly what I needed, to keep him distracted, to divert suspicion from me and my disastrous conversation overheard moments before. If Kai was finding information then now I was going to need to try and cover it. But I maintained the charade, lifting my fingers slowly to touch my forehead, acting dizzy. The healer, an older woman named Helena, stepped toward the bed, giving Liam a meaningful look.

"What the hell, Connor! Where did you come from?" I cried. "I'm Connor, pleasure meeting your acquaintance," he looked at Brian and said. "Don't ignore me, you jerk!" I said. "Ah...hello?" Brian looked uncomfortable. "I came here to see my girlfriend, of course," Connor said matter of factly. Brian looked shocked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." "I AM NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!" I screamed. Some customers looked at me like I was crazy.

I end up accepting because it's the only way to leave, *of course. "Great." In the car, I find myself observing Bryan. Were all Ryans absurdly handsome? He catches me staring and he smiles. "What's up?" "Were you born in Germany too?" "No, Ireland. Why?" "Ryan mentioned he was born in Germany." I shrug. "It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born."

Whatever Connor stands to benefit from must be huge because he has since given up his conscience for this mission of theirs. According to the information we gathered, Connor is a hunter. He knows about supernatural beings, and he despises them. He has always known and that is why he killed our mother, Willie, and supposedly, me as well. To him, I am dead. Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him.

He just wants to make it up to her and get her forgiveness. He was ready to acknowledge her as his wife and go to the ends of the world with her. If only he could see her again, if only… He attended an important stakeholders meeting and was surprised when he met Patrick Connor with a man that seemed familiar to him. Patrick Connor has become a distributor of technological materials, an upcoming company that has a great potential of becoming something big, if investors choose to partner with him. Few years have passed, and he couldn't reconcile with his friend again. He missed him very much. Then he remembered the man who was acting as his assistant, Oscar. Yes, the man's first name is Oscar.

I proclaimed again. Trying to force my breath to stabilize, Brian's eyes were assessing me carefully before sauntering to one of the refrigerators in my big office to pour himself a chilled blue wine; his favourite, he took a full gulp, then belched loudly. “You know me too well that I’m good with instinct and I will repeat over again… that Kenna girl isn’t like Monica or the rest of them, at least try to confirm if she’s telling the truth or not” he wasn’t shouting or yelling, instead his eyes held the usual softness and calmness.

“He was a family law attorney, so he was more a personal attorney as opposed to corporate” My stomach knots. “For who?” Luca asks quietly. Mason clears his throat and then answers. “Seamus O’Connelly.” Silence detonates in the room. I feel it like a physical blow. Seamus O’Connelly. The Irish Don. Our family enemy. Our rival. He is dead now, but his legacy remains. “And not just his personal attorney,” Mason adds. “They were close. Friends.” Friends. My blood runs cold. Everything changes. Everything.