Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

a boy of about eighteen or nineteen sneered as he leaned over a car hood with his arms crossed. My attention was now on him and I stared him down. His eyes sparkled with uncertainty and when he could no longer look at me, his eyes turned to Marco. The little shit! "Eric Connall," I said, introducing myself as I looked across at all the men and I finally stopped when I reached the boy. "You would do well to keep your mouth shut about my wife or I won't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes!" I growled deeply. The boy gulped and his eyes went wide. I wasn't even that angry yet.

Lorde was letting him breathe for who knows what reason, me; if someone had tried to sell my woman, he’d be rotting by now. “I’m with you there. Any man who would try to sell his own daughter doesn’t deserve to live.” I better keep my eye on Connor; he sounded jumpy. A burst of static sounded in the room, and I was tempted to pull my piece and put an end to my existence. “Daddy…” “Fu…. What is it, Catalina?” I must’ve done some off-colored shit in my last life because my kid, this fucking kid, is some sort of penance.

“That must be Aria. I’m Selene.” Beside her, a shorter girl with curls piled in a messy bun grinned and scooted over. “And I’m Maya. Don’t let Selene scare you she only bites when she’s cranky.” “Do not,” Selene muttered, but Maya just winked at me. On the other side of the fire, a tall boy with broad shoulders was tossing twigs into the flames like offerings. He looked up and smirked. “Connor,” he introduced himself. “And before you ask, yes, I put up with these two every day of my life.”

But I had hoped. Connor knocked on the window. Botero let the window slide down. I heard car doors opening as the rest of Botero’s men got out. Even in the dark, I saw the anger and confusion on Connor’s face. “Cassandra, what the fuck are you doing here?” He leaned in, glaring daggers. “We should ask you the same question, cabrõn.” He aimed the firearm at Connor. “Start talking. And why the fuck are you naked?” “Come on out, and we’ll discuss this. Let Cassie go.” Connor’s voice was calm, but I noticed the way his lip twitched. He was seconds away from losing it.

Andrew sighed and exited the room, walking behind his squad, if they could so be called! 'Ryan...,' Annabelle said softly and sighed. Wallis patted her back. 'It'll be okay. Besides I don't think he's worth it. He looked arrogant.' 'Huh?!' Annabelle twisted his arm. 'Ow..!' he exclaimed in pain. 'Don't you dare insult him!' Suzanne snarled at him. The other two boys stepped back fearfully. ~~~ 'I want you all to attack me with all you've got, like I'm an enemy. Show no mercy, okay?' Aiden instructed them.

It was the second time I was getting up close to, mystery cafeteria boy. The mystery part of the name fits him. He had this air around him that felt like it was constantly screaming- I don't give a Fuck to the world. Even now, he wasn't bothered to spare me a side glance. Instead he brought out airpods and plugged them in and covered them with his hair. I don't think he wanted to play anything. Probably was him trying to tell me he wasn't interested in any form of conversation. But I was nervous, and when I was nervous or overly excited I became extremely chatty and said things without reservations.

“But we can find out if he’s telling the truth easily enough, can’t we? We are all trapped here together, after all, until we get the kids free and can shift to escape ourselves. If there’s other supernaturals caught by the Van Helsings, Rhett, we need to get them free.” “Ah, f-k,” Rhett groaned. “Cam. That sounds… heroic. And being heroic is great, if we weren’t pretty f-ked as it is. We’re already saved the little girl, and… well, let’s just call things even and go back to the warehouse, eh? We’re a Triquetra after all, we’re meant to f-k and not to…” “So,” Cameron stepped closer to Connery. “What, specifically did you see?”

“Connor was twenty at the time. He was a college sophomore. He only had one friend… Lucas. Lucas was the only friend I saw him hang out with. Connor didn't have any friends. Not that he was a loner or an introvert, but that he was a creepy weirdo. I didn't know at the time, but I found out later on. He did these things that a mentally stable person wouldn't do so no one would want to be friends with him.” “Horrible things like what?” “One of the least horrible things he did was he killed hundreds of stray cats and hung them in what he called ‘His Collection’.” Lincoln's eyes widened in horror, “He really is a nut job!” “No, he was way more than that. Remember, I said 'least’ horrible things,

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

I nod my feline head and Trish immediately turns to me. "So, how does it feel? To be a tigress that is." I can't answer her because I can't talk but I nod at her. "Oh yeah, forgot, sorry. You can tell me later." A rasping comes from my window and there's Connor, hanging like a monkey. "Holy shit!" Trish runs to the window. "Go! We could be naked!" Connor only looks around her at me. I nudge past Trish and use my mouth to unlock the window.