Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

Something. But she was still here. Walking the same halls. Standing in the same room. Listening to the same accusations— That no one official ever actually said out loud. That didn’t make sense. --- The boy at the front faltered slightly. His eyes flicked toward Belle. Their gazes didn’t meet. She wasn’t looking at him. Wasn’t looking at anyone. Just— Standing. Existing. Like none of this could reach her. His jaw tightened. “…some people don’t deserve to walk around like nothing happened,” he muttered.

She wanted this just as badly as he did. “Talk to me,” he growled at her. “Tell me what’s going to happen.” “I’m going to come,” she said. “On what?” “You. Your cock.” He groaned at her filthy fucking mouth before reaching into his desk drawer for a condom. Nothing. What the fuck was this? Enzo scowled as he rifled through the items in there, but still came up short. “Goddammit,” he muttered. “What?” “No condoms.” I’m on birth control,” she said.

I will still abduct her and in a way save her from the undeniably imminent war. Anyway, the two scoundrels took their turns defiling the little girl. She screamed until her voice became hoarse. They did not stop. They only stopped when they felt that she was no longer moving. As if that was not enough, Connor decided to deliver the final blow for good measure. The guy called Connor is huge and everything about him is big. He got up from the wanton woman and went and knelt before his own daughter. He nudged the guy I am sure is Kate's brother towards his own sister.

“At first, I didn’t believe it, but then I got a good look at him, and it’s a bit uncanny. I mean, he looks a lot like you, but I still ran his prints─ they’re legit. Priest told me to hold him until you arrived.” Striding forward, I lean my knuckles on the table and face the boy. “Who are you?” Giving me a defiant look, he straightens his spine and says. “I’m Connor. Are you…are you Declan?” I remain quiet, not confirming his question. Instead, I narrow my eyes and give him a penetrating stare. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in?” He shakes his head. “No... I thought I’d just find you. I didn’t think that some scary-looking guys would show up at my door and take me away.”

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

Connor only but bursts out in laughter as he looks at me with a stupid smirk, "Food supply, new playground. Here he is superior, and your brother, well, I would not know how they crossed paths, I would say it was being in the right place at the wrong time." "Fair, we know what we are dealing with, so how do we get rid of it?" "Yes," I hear Ethan mumble behind me, "Connor did sort of lost the Colt that will kill him." "What?" the echo of my voice fills the car with absolute horror, "How do you intend in killing this thing?" "We will have to get it to leave his body and then trap him." I honestly am not getting the logic of these two, for there is one little matter, "What stops him from going

Did I hear that right? "Help, please. Just stop." I heard that small voice again. My eyes scanned past Conner, the intern boy that was a hybrid. He was facing the wall with hands gripping the table. I slowly walked towards him. The more I zoned in on him the more I could feel him. He was sad, immensely sad. "Hey, Conner. Are you ok?" My hand reached out to his back. "Don't touch me!" He snarled in a low deep tone. He sounded almost demonic. His head slowly turned to me with deep purple eyes. "She will pay. She will fucking pay!" He said with so much hate in his voice.

The jingle of keys, followed by the sound of footsteps and screeching tires, indicated Korbin was on his way to Connor's house. "Who the fuck are you talking to?" Celia's hands darted out, attempting to grab Connor's cell phone, but he slapped it away. This only fueled her anger further. She wasn't used to Connor talking back or standing up for himself. He had reached his breaking point, and he couldn't take it anymore. "It's Korbin," Connor replied, his voice trembling. "I should have fuckin' known," Celia shouted. "You're always talking to that queer boy! You two disgust me."

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.