Bryce O'connor Novels & Stories

Her voice trails off. “I get that,” Bryce says. I flash him a surprised look as I hand Nova her drink. Bryce is a great guy—loyal, friendly, strong, funny. But emotionally insightful? Not usually his lane. I’m not the only one staring at him. “What?” he says. “I watch Dr. Phil.”

He knew who this was, violating his woman, abusing and torturing her for over two months. “Conor,” he says through gritted teeth and the man on the screen stops his thrusts into Devyn. He turns to the screen and removed his mask, grinning and lifting Devyn up and throwing her to the ground before cutting the call. Dimitri looks at him with surprise, “You knew who that was?” he asks incredulously and Kieran turns on his heel, “My brother Conor, the one who was selling me out to Marcos Brago, he's currently excommunicated from Manhattan. Let’s go, I think I know where this is headed.” He says and Dimitri nods, leading the way. He couldn’t help but feel Dimitri’s eyes on him all the way, and ev

Its fermented aroma and taste is significantly in the standard of these billionaires. Connor drinks his wine and then licks the edge of his lips while looking at Dylan. “Is my bright orange hair good for me, baby boy?”Dylan is startled when hearing it from him! Luke is clenching his jaws when he can feel the jealousy that his brother is always giving. Mrs. Bridget and Attorney Don are waiting for his reply.He cannot contain his heart that Connor Carter Vozinelik is more handsome than Luke for tonight—especially with his orange hair. “Yeah, it is good … Sir Connor,” Dylan muttered. The smile written on the lips of the youngest Vozinelik is a rare sight for the two legal guardians.

Never mind, he's not a child I have to watch over anymore. "Bridgette, what are you doing. Why aren't you with Xelle?" The impromptu question from behind made me gasp in surprise. I turned around to find Mr. O'Connor already dressed, like he was going out. "I'm looking for Axe, dad. He's not in the room." "That boy!" Mr. O'Connor growled under his breath, then his hand moved quickly to pick up a flat object and put it to his ear. "Got that cctv footage, Hem?" he asked the person on the other side, Hema, if you could hear the call.

" I'll take you to see Connor," I nod. Five minutes later, I'm standing in front of Connor. He's barely recognizable, and his face is cut and covered in dry blood. He is tied to a tree, grunting in pain. His bare chest and arms have lashing strokes on them. I hold my mouth; I hate this man, but did they want to kill him? " He looks terrible," " I did that with a rod," Bruce says behind me. I glance at him. He has a smug look on his face.

Her dark eyes shone with a terror that I personally knew too well. Bryce, on the other hand, was pacing near the far end of the conference table—angry, defiant, a caged lion—as heat radiated from his body. Never before had I noticed the resemblance to his biological father. I'd always allowed myself to associate his coloring with Marcus's. Truly, Suzanna's ex-husband and Alton hadn't been that different in their physical stature. But in this room, Bryce was Alton, complete with red leaching from his neck to his cheeks, and even his ears. The way his chest expanded and contracted with every breath stilled my steps. Though Bryce could be very different, in that second I knew he could also be h

He opens his arms to hug me, and I try my best not to look at Archie, who I think is on the couch on the left. He kisses both my cheeks before stepping back and putting some distance between us. He is in his usual golf tee and white pants, which I take as a sign that he plans to play golf, and I did not come prepared. Fuck. Bryce is every woman’s dream: tall, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a well-chiseled jaw with lips that look like he got fillers, but they are just that natural look. “I believe you are well acquainted with Archie?” he gestures towards the couch, and it takes everything in me not to snap.

Saliva dripped from my open mouth as I spiraled. There’s a loud thump, and my eyes dart to the sound, where I found Donny motionless on the ground. His head tilted at an odd angle, his hair is a mess, strands framing his face. His beautiful brown unseeing eyes were frozen in a mix of fear and pain. The surrounding noise was muffled. I couldn’t hear what the men around me were saying. One was willful and unbending, while the other was pleading. Only when the latter voice became panicked, did I gulp a lungful of air. Lifting my chin, my gaze swept over Shane. You’d think he’d be happier after killing the man that pissed him off, but the anger is still etched in his features. Each breath causes

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

Darius: The moment the conference doors shut behind us, Liam rounded on me. His jaw was tight, his wolf bristling just beneath his skin. “What the hell are you playing at?” His voice was low, sharp, so no human ears could catch the venom in it. “Of all the placed that you decide to show yourself, you’ve been hiding like a coward, pretending to be nonexistent when you had your men in here all along.”