Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

Judge Connor called out while sending me a look of disdain. Sariel chuckled as if the judge had said the exact words he wanted him to say. "Shall we meet him then?" he asked, his face maliciously grinning. "M-meet who?" Judge Connor muttered as if he had forgotten his previous words. "The negotiator from Randall D'Apolito's pack, Brian Myers," Sariel announced loudly and snapped his fingers.

Supporting the phone with her shoulder, she walked back into the kitchen. "Hello there," She was stopped short by the male voice that came through, it sounded amused. Safe to say, she was not. More like on edge. "Hello, who's this?" But she knew, before he replied, she knew. "Bryan Maher," Just what she thought. But how? "This is Aine O'Connell, aye?" He asked after a moment passed without her saying a word. She did not have any words really, her mind had monmetarily grown numb.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I need to speak with Denver about this though before I jump to a conclusion, if I've learned anything in my days; it's never to do that. Rowena stopped walking to turn around slightly enough for her head to face mine. "Um, can I ask you who brought you here?" She asked, slowing down her already sluggish pace. I shrugged my shoulders to her. Truthfully, I don't know exactly who brought me here, just that his name is Torin. I doubt he's part of the pack by the way Denver treated him back there, so he could be anyone. I guess I'm really only here for my mate, but do I tell her that? I feel like I should talk this over with Denver before I say anything to anyone. The last thing I want to do afte

It was more from a being which was supposed to be extinct. A creature which shouldn't be alive and seen more as a myth. He was glad he was able to reach Trevor on time before he was killed because if the DNA matched what he wanted and also, the scan he wanted to perform, he'd even be more famous. As he strode into the room, he glared at a lab technician, Harry, as he stood by the doorway. "Take that handcuffs off him!" "I-I thought..." Harry stammered. "He's an intern." A brunette, Marie said as she stepped into the room.

Michael "Why the hell are you holding that?" Fabian asked me with wide eyes and I couldn't help but look at him with furrowed brows when I noticed that he was slowly stepping back away from me as if he was scared with the white oak stake that I'm holding. I know that the white oak stake can temporarily paralyze him or temporarily kill him, I really don't know what's the right term, but the way he looks at me it was as if he's afraid that I'm going to stab him with this white oak stake again.

Stopping Adryan would take more than ten of their best warriors atleast. "She's our newest member, and she has a mate." Brian decides to speak up instead. He knew Adryan was in no way going to reply to Alpha Connor's question, he was probably thinking about ways to murder this vile Alpha. Alpha Connor's brown eyes meet Brian's blue one's. He seemed to thing about something. "When has that ever stopped me?!" Alpha Connor retorts back, his lips turned up into an arrogant smirk. That almost made Adryan reach over to the man, and rip his throat out with his bare hands instead be leaned over to where Alpha Connor sat, his face a cold canvas to the eyes.

Dаmn аm I glаd I did. Thеrе'ѕ оnе tіnу dеtаіl, insignificant tо mе аt thе time, that I hаvеn't mentioned уеt. Brian is nоt аn оnlу сhіld. Hе hаѕ a уоungеr ѕіѕtеr, 6 уеаrѕ younger іn fасt. Mаrу. Whаt аn оbnоxіоuѕ twerp. She was аlwауѕ hаngіng around us аnd gеttіng іn оur way. Shе'ѕ thе оnе whо саught us with the beer іn thе garage thе fіrѕt tіmе and also caught us the оnе tіmе wе tried weed. If we were hаvіng fun, ѕhе ԛuісklу ѕhоwеd uр to ruіn іt. I thіnk I hаtеd hеr аt tіmеѕ. I knеw Brian hated hеr аll thе time. Shе was tаll аnd gаnglу, аll knees аnd elbows аnd high, whіnіng voice. Ugghhhh.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

🌹 Brian 🌹 Brian Sterling sat in his expansive study, the weight of the world pressing against his broad shoulders. The room, a sanctuary of mahogany bookshelves and dim lighting, smelled of aged paper and the faint remnants of a once-warm cigar. The news blared from the massive television screen mounted on the far wall—Victoria Fontaine had struck back. He exhaled sharply, muting the broadcast with a flick of his remote. His son was in danger, and the world around them was collapsing into chaos. Brian had spent his life ensuring that Damien had every possible advantage, but now, he wondered if it had been enough.