Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

Low. Bastardly melodious. Unmistakably Irish. I step into the dim light, and there he is. Cormac Donnelly. The Irish Consigliere. He’s taller than I expected. Maybe six two. With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers.

BRIAN As Brian stepped into the plane with Liam, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He had just returned from a long and grueling business trip, and he was eager to see his omega, Ray. Just as he was about to call Ray to let him know he that he will be arriving soon, his phone rang. It was Ricky, Ray's best friend. "Hey, Mr Brian," Ricky said, his voice sounding urgent. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Brian asked, his senses on high alert. "It's about Ray's's ex," Lucas said. "Ray told me few months ago about him feeling watched ,I looked into it and found out that the bastard Leon got out of prison seven months ago" Brian's heart dropped as he processed

Chastising myself for my blush doesn’t make it disappear and Aiden isn’t even attempting to hide his amusement. “Briana, I’d like you to meet my Beta, Connor. He’s the leader of my army and will be putting you through your paces. Connor, can I have a word in private please?” They step away from me and from Connor’s glances, I can easily deduce that they’re discussing me.

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

The kid from earlier ‘Jack’ comes running inside the office, “I'm sorry. I couldn't lie to her…Jamie would have wanted her to know he didn't go down without a fight” “Get Brian and Caleb and take her to Barracks”, Connor kneels on the floor, his huge hand on Brit's shoulder while his eyes are directed at Jack. “Yes Alpha” “Hey we are going to get to the bottom of this. Jamie will be avenged. I give you my word, O’Shea”, Connor's assurance to Brit is as bleak as the color of Viola's eyes.

“After the Gala, Brian disappeared from every normal financial trail for weeks. Then suddenly he resurfaced through accounts indirectly connected to Sinclair.” Kieran. Gabriel. Brian. Three names that should never have existed in the same fucking sentence. My mind started moving. What the hell could the three of them be connected to, and what did it have to do with these shell companies. The most important question...how did this connect to Nova. “Fuck.” “Nico, I don’t know exactly what this means yet.” “It means there’s a connection more than likely to something unsavory.” “I think so.” I stared through the glass doors. Nova slept peacefully beneath our blankets. My pregnant wife. Our child

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

🏑 KLAUS'S POV 🏑 "What is going on with you today, Brennan?" Coach Leo's voice filled the locker room as he looked between me and Sean, who was clutching his shoulder with a grimace stretched across his face. The sight should not have been as satisfying as it was, and yet here we were. "Nothing," I said. He gave me the look of someone who knew he was being lied to straight to his face. "You kept crashing into him out there. His shoulder could be dislocated and you're never this reckless during practice. What is going on with you?"

Toriana, Like magic, I believe you fell from the sky For no one, not one, Holds a candle to your true nature. Victor Mairo Brian's POV I didn't know exactly what to think or say. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it wasn't as though it was extraordinary, it was normal from all perspectives. Yet I was stunned. I stood in front of Dean, and he didn't even recognize me.