Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

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

Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone. Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain. “It’s his fau… fault, Damy, this fucking br… br… brat stole my underwear? Can you smell the stin… stinking horses?” and he waves the underwear with the tips of his fingers, he started to stutter, soon not even I will be able to get Connor off Kayden. Kayden’s look of fake innocence makes me want to join Connie and punch this brat, what a spacious guy!

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

Connor also cups his hands on his face as he kisses his forehead. Connor finally picks up himself. "Prepare for the funeral. Let them all be here as we will be invading the Moarte in their lowest part. In the name of my mother, Barbara Walsh Russo. I Connor Carter Vozinelik shall be the new master of their household! Those who would be resisting should be shot dead!" "YE, SIR!" Lincoln guards give their respect for him—even Lincoln and Ethel are on their knees to welcome his brother in the world of violence and fear.

I just rolled my eyes at his antics. “Nice to meet you Dillon. I’m Katalina Connor but please call me Kat,” she responded, offering him a genuine smile. Now Teague was really getting worked up. He wanted all her smiles for himself. I couldn’t disagree with him. “Connor, as in Ian Connor, the former Beta of RedWoods?” He asked, giving me the side-eye. I didn’t want to make Kat uncomfortable by announcing she was my mate but I didn’t want him thinking I was casually screwing around with the daughter of a ranked member of our new ally either.

"My name is Connor, I'm part of the football team, and I'm student council president." Honestly, he didn't have to introduce himself, and everyone would still already know who he is. Deemed as the nicest guy in Eastwood High School, he still hung with the popular kids and played the Fullback position in our football team. "I'm Maya Conners," I mumbled under my breath. "How about that interesting fact about yourself?" "There really isn't anything interesting about me." I sent a small smile at Connor, hoping he'd spare me the embarrassment and move along.

“Yea. . . She sounds pretty great.” “What about that girl? I saw you ogling at her like a creep while I was talking to Danielle.” “What about her?” I eye him and he smirks. “Why don’t you ask her out?” “I don’t like her in that way,” I conclude and he hums. “Don’t you?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck off Carter, I just helped her that’s all.” “Talking about that, that Mace kid barely made it out alive,” He slams his book closed. “I think we need to reduce our violence to a minimum, like maybe 0% a month.”

Uncle Ryan scolded him. Oh yeah, forgot to mention. He always had a bad stuttering problem. Ever since he was a teenager. "Yeah dad, I am interested to know what he did," I said. "Who cares about his boring story about how he met his new boyfriend there?" dad exclaimed. "I...I don't have a b..boyfriend, jerk. I am not even gay," Uncle Ryan narrowed his eyes. "Okaay...how about a girlfriend? Did you lose your virginity yet?" dad asked casually.

“How the hell did you get Collins to sign off on this?” I smirked. “You have your ways, Scar. I have mine.” His brow arched with interest. “Blackmail?” I leaned back in my chair, letting the moment breathe. “Let’s just say I had a little secret he didn’t want out yet.” Scar chuckled, that deep, dark sound of mischief. “Damn. You still got your game.” I didn’t respond. I wasn’t here for compliments. “Anything on Connor?” I asked, switching gears. Scar exhaled and leaned back, resting his arms on the chair. “Your boy toy’s got layers, Kitty. More than you think.”

He winked at Nora. Leo rolled his eyes. “Right…” The guy introduced himself with a dramatic little bow. “I’m Drew. You think Connor’s cute? Shame about his penis, isn’t it?” Nora lifted a brow. Drew leaned in conspiratorially. “Wasn’t wearing a cup one day. Sliced clean off by a skate. He’s like Barbie now.” Leo snorted into his drink. Beck reappeared, grabbed Drew by the collar, and started dragging him away.