Catboy Connor Novels & Stories

But they are not yet convinced what creature we are dealing with. To my total surprise, at the toss of a coin, the boys flip to decide who shall play the bait. Now, if I knew that, I would have tried it with our Vampire Hunter a while ago. So as we all once retreat into the darkness again, we patiently hope that this animal shall come to show his face again. And we need not have to wait for long, for out of now where the man goes straight for Connor and attacks him.

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

This time, however, we needed everything we could use to nail those responsible. I walked to the three-piece suite where Rowan's and Enzo's laptops were already on the coffee table, the footage from a couple of cameras on the screens. Enzo and Remo were on the sofa, going through the remaining footage. Rowan walked toward me. “What did you find?” I asked him. He waited until I sat down before he turned his laptop my way. “Here”—he pointed at one of a much-too-young-looking guy in the baseball cap, heading to the club's entrance—"is Connor, and those idiots behind him are probably his schoolmates.”

“What do you mean by that, Connor?” Connor explained in an upset tone, “New Moon Corporation just sent two men over. One of them was Fatty Frank, and the other one was a fierce guy. He beat up all my men and forced me to sign the contract.” Solomon went silent for a moment before a peal of bright and cheerful laughter came from the phone. Connor was still aggrieved when he heard the laughter from the phone. It fueled his displeasure. “Mr. Stormbrew, what are you laughing at?”

The boy looked like a wild little animal now, struggling to get out of Barton's grasp. Conal, without hesitation, ordered his subordinates to do as Barton said. He walked backwards toward the van filled with bags of money to check. He seemed to be dazzled by loads of cash and amused. Despite this, Conal complied with Barton's request but did not intend to release William. Because now the boy is the only shield that keeps him alive. Conal looked at Barton's smug smile; he had already guessed that Barton had no intention of letting go. However, Conal was prepared to watch out for all Barton's tricks.

he said. "What the fuc...who assigned you the duty to select boys for me? Ansel? Who cares what you think? I liked Blake, and you fucked it up, asshole!" I pushed him, but he didn't move an inch. Let's just say the boy was 6 feet of pure muscles, and I had noodle arms. "I was just looking out for you," Connor said quietly. "And what makes Blake a horrible person?" I asked. I need him to tell me one thing that made sense. Just one.

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

Uncle Matt explained and Connor smiled. “Thank you.” Connor said to him as we made our way out of the barn. “Lisa!” I called as I ran towards my best friend. “Are you Okay?” I asked and she nodded as she swallowed hard. “I’m Okay.” She managed to say. “You should’ve seen Mr. Connor, he beat the shit out of all of them. He’s a freaking Superman.” She added and that was how I knew my best friend was fine. I looked up to see Connor talking with Uncle Matt and I smiled. They both walked past us back into the barn and came out with an already knocked out, possibly dead, Camilo.

My memory was coming back like a tsunami. "But you're involved?" I asked. "Those people were innocent. And you plan to kill my mate?! Did you think I would be okay with this?!" He sighed again but didn't reply. Not only did he look older but his whole demeanour had changed. With time, it had grown darker and an eager, restless motion of vengeance hung in his eye. "I was with a little boy when he heard his mother get killed! How could you!?" Connor shook his head. "That little boy is my son," he told looking me dead in the eye. "His names Teddy, he's five years old and his mother is perfectly safe. It was all part of the plan."

“His concubine. A ‘gift’ from a business partner when I was a teenager. The boy you saw is Connor. He’s my half brother, not my son.”