Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Damn. You still sick? Fuckin lightweight.” Connor heaved once more and wiped his mouth, shivering. John nudged him with one of his Timberlands. “Fag.” A pause. “But so’s Brian. Who woulda thought?” Connor shivered, unwillingly thinking about last night. In a way, Brian was lucky. When he’d showed up and had seen Pital gagged and tied to a chair, he’d told John, “No way, man. This shit’s over the edge.” John had lost it, lit into Brian and beat the shit out of him. When he was through, he’d let Brian crawl away, threatening to “deal with him later.”

“How’s life? Still chasing lost causes?” Elliot let out a low laugh, the sound almost dangerous, but he didn’t take the bait. “Actually, I’ve been pretty busy,” he replied, his eyes flicking to me for a second before returning to Spencer. “In fact, I brought someone you all should meet.” He gestured, and a guy stepped up—tall, wavy brown hair, blue eyes that seemed to scan everyone. “This is Connor O’Brien. My new assistant. He’ll be working with me from now on.”

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

The guard I had grown close to. I sobbed into the kiss as Brian plaued with my body when he finally pulled away from me moving his mouth down to my neck whispering to mein my ear comfortingly. "Shhh I promise you, I maybe a cannibal killer, but my oh my how I would love to have you as mine."' I tried fighting when Brian had let me go and I found that I wasn't gonna be able to get out. I turned to see Brian approaching me. I cried out and tried to run away but he was too fast for me and too big. He then took out what I saw as a needle and soon I was out and I didn't know what happned after that. Before falling asleep I saw him take Martin from under his bed and placed his body in his bed cov