Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

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.

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

Or maybe I should call Connor. I called Connor, and he immediately answered his phone. “Catalina….what’s the matter.” “We need your help.” ******** Connor arrived within less than a minute, his curly hair was tangled and Jane was drooling in front of him. I cannot deny the fact that Connor could make any other girl drool for him in just a second. Connor’s green eyes stared intently at me, and asked, “Is this the girl who saw a vampire?” Then Connor took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled down. "Is this the guy you see?"

“Oh I will do it.” He starts to breathe heavily like he can’t believe my nerve. He’s hesitating and I can see it clearly. But I know that as bad as he is, he wouldn’t let me kill his sister. As I expected, he puts down the gun and raises his hands in surrender. “There you go. All free. Now what do you fucking want?” “Tell me where the girl are,” I command. “Tell me what you do to them.” Connor huffs, then he bursts out laughing. “You really think I know? That’s flattering.”

So he could talk. Connor had compliment him so well, and implored for his number. Something he was reluctant to give, because Connor had looked like a Playboy to him. He too was with strings of tattoos, and piercings, just like the way Ronan had been. Connor his trousers sagged down, and was putting on loose fitting shirt. But he was still so cute, with green eyes, and blonde hair that fell over his forehead. Something which summed up the typical bad boy looks. After that day, O'Connell kept seeing him around. Because it looked like he too, always came around to O'Connell favorite restaurant. Just like Ronan did too.

More so because he has a thing for Sage. “Hey Priest, Hunter told me what happened with Sage, and he figured you might need my help. What do you want me to do?” At first, I consider keeping him out of it. However, regardless of my personal feelings, Connor is one of the best techs we have. They’re not quite in league with Logan Maxwell but close. He and Hunter are both geniuses with computers.

I hissed at him. Connor turned to me slowly. “I said, The Faction shouldn’t have women, you’re too emotional.” “Fucker!” I leapt across the desk in front of me and put Connor in a headlock. He beat against my arms to release him. But I wasn’t going to, I wanted to cut off all oxygen and waste this worthless piece of shit. “You think you’re better than me? Maybe if you had half as many kills as I have, you might reach my level.” I tightened my grip. His skin was turning red, then had a tinge of blue.

‘Connor already did’ Connor winks at me besides Neo. And he explained everything while he was buried inside me, his arms holding me, his mouth everywhere including on the same lips that begged for a break. We took a break for two days, walking along the beach hand in hand with him telling me so much about his childhood. About the rivalry between him and Shane when they were kids. About his mom, Catelina and about the man who had been his father figure who had taken him and his brothers in, Alpha Gillard, Viola’s dad.

If I did not stop him now, he’d have me so badly beaten that I wouldn’t know what to tell my parents on our video calls, or even my aunt. I swayed for a few steps and then dropped to the ground and shut my eyes, the hoodie of the sweater still covering my face. The crowd broke into gasps of shock. "What's this? Dylan Connors has been...defeated!" the announcer announced over the intercom very confused and just as shocked as the rest of the crowd. "Katerina!" I heard Haydon whisper panicky in my ear which sent involuntary shivers down my spine. But he sounded so scared that I gently grabbed his hand to let him know I was faking and that I was fine.

Connor began, his deep voice sounding incredibly serious. "I know exactly what Caleb Mercer has been doing to you, and I know he is a highly toxic, manipulative person who targets vulnerable students for his own sick entertainment." "If you already knew he was a terrible person, why did you wait until today to intervene and help me?" I asked defensively, feeling a sudden flare of protectiveness over my own difficult situation. "Because you never actively fought back against him before today," Connor explained calmly, looking directly into my eyes without blinking once. "I saw you stand up to him on the sidewalk today, and I heard you insult his massive ego perfectly. You proved that you are