Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

They say the pretty ones always are. And finally – finally – Brandon Lee. Legacy kid, family money, effortlessly gorgeous in that East Asian model way. Supposedly the nice one. Though “nice” is relative in this house. No TV. No pizza. No movie night. Just five predators and one very, very stupid girl in a sundress. “Connor.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “What the fuck is this?” He won’t look at me. He’s staring at the floor, at his shoes, at anything except my face.

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

“Keep your want to yourself. I love my boyfriend. I want nothing to do with you anymore, Axel.” Axel smiled. “At least you still know my name,” he said and Amber adjusted in her seat. “I stand on my word, Cat eyes,” he whispered, and she swiftly turned to look at him. “I only lent you to that boyfriend of yours, and I’m going to take you back.” Amber folded her arms and glared at her. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I already said I don’t want you!”

I could feel the war inside him—the way his body was responding even as his mind fought it. Connor was a known playboy. The kind of man who could charm a woman out of her panties in under five minutes and forget her name by morning. If I weren’t his best friend, he would’ve had me bent over this couch months ago. So why the hell was he resisting me now?

I had never considered that he could be something supernatural, wouldn’t we be able to smell him, wouldn’t I have known before, or the boys have known when he worked with them. “I know you’re werewolves,” Connor said nonchalantly, 'and if we can sit down and have an actual conversation, I can explain everything and more. Brianna is important to me, I would never hurt her.” The boy's chest’s erupted with growls, possessive and fighting back their wolves from coming forwards. “Connor, I-” “I know they are your mates,” he interrupted me over their rumbling, “this isn’t like that, but I’d like to talk with you… normally.”

boy. That boy is black hair, wears brown pants and a black leather jacket. He must be one of those motorcyclists. Kate is looking at herself in the mirror and crying silently. His hair is now collected and he has a hat on. This is not his shame. I put my elbows on the shoulder shoulder and rest my chin on them. This will be sooo boring. And that is barely three. I yawn and I hope. • 9:59. Just one minute. Just one minute. "God, it was about time!" I can't stand being in the same place as irrelevant people, ”says Kate, taking her things. I know he said it for me. You plan to go. "Where are you going?" There is still a minute left, ”I tell him. She laughs. "I'm leaving because I want to," he

The principal called Casey and her friends for a discussion, but Ariana knew they would likely escape any serious punishment due to their influential status, especially Casey, who was dating Zach, the son of a prominent and powerful man. Zach, the most handsome and richest teenager around, stood at an impressive 6'2" with a commanding presence. His striking appearance, chiseled features, and piercing grey eyes made him captivating to many. Despite his mesmerizing looks, Ariana knew that he was also a bully and a jerk, just like his girlfriend. Zach had even gone to the extent of getting a math teacher fired for giving Casey a failing grade. Summoning her courage, Ariana walked into Casey's b

I hurl a comb for my unruly hair, a novel, a pack of condoms and a joint wrapped in a tissue into my old backpack and leave the house. Did I say a pack of condoms? Yes. You heard that right. I’m human too. I may be a tomboy but I have feelings and need to get laid once in a while. A joint? Yeah. With my problems one needs such. I got introduced to it at a young age and I don’t think it’s going to change any soon. It helps me relax. It helps me forget about my problems and be like a normal human being and it’s part of what never misses in my backpack.

"Connor and I are friends. He brought me here to keep my mother and I safe and I asked to join the pack. But that is all. There is no other relationship between us aside from that. And, to the best of my knowledge, Connor is gay, so why would he court a woman?" They flushed at the mention of Connor's sexual orientation, their faces reddening in embarrassment as they looked around, as if to ensure that no one heard. "That is arrant nonsense!" The Alpha hissed. "There is something wrong with the boy! His mother had prayed for him to be cured of this nonsense to no end! You might not be his mate, disappointingly, but he will find someone soon and rid us of such shame." Connor looked away, not u

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze