Conan Stories Novels & Stories

Stories have been written in tabloids that Conan was one of the designers of the car which Alister Gallagher gifted his best friend, Reynold Yates, and that his sole purpose was to eliminate the Gallaghers. Since Vee chose to be quiet about the rumors, Lenka and Guy figured that her thoughts have been on the bad rumors. She admitted that the idea crossed her mind, especially when Conan suddenly disappeared after revealing that Jordan would take care of the family business, and not him. "Why would the old Gallagher choose his youngest son to take over?" She asked.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“So… are you gonna wear a crown now? Like a princess?” The question broke me into a startled laugh. “A crown?” “Yeah,” he said, climbing onto my lap before I could stop him. “Like in the stories. Luna gets a crown, right?” Conan leaned in from the corner, arms crossed, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Tell him the truth, Maya.” I shot him a look. “And what truth is that?” “That you’ll look better in a crown than any queen in their history,” he said smoothly, eyes locking with mine, daring me to argue.

I do know best not to say what else could go wrong. "Ah, guess we are walking home then." Then Connor turns to me, with a somewhat less amused expression on his face. "Do you think you can keep that trap shut?" "I am afraid that I am not capable thereof." "Goody, I rambling Vampire." "Have I ever told you the story of my first encounter with a Vampire Hunter?" "No, and I beg that you, please don't." "It is rather funny; you really need to listen to it." "God, your whining is worse than you talking. Let me just hear the damn story."

"Okay fine. I will just finish my coffee and I will sleep beside you!" Karen went back to her sleep and Conan read the letter again. He is confused about what is written on the letter and he does not know anyone by the name of Silvia so he needs to find out who she is! He took a picture of the letter and put it back to where it should belong. He lay beside his girlfriend when he suddenly fell asleep and have a dream wherein he saw two wolves hugging each other but their faces were blurred. Then Karen arrives and slapped the guy and told the she-wolf to stay away from her husband.

Things got less dark after that. Although it took me awhile to recover. Connor knew he’d frightened me a little, and so he spent the rest of the time regaling me with stories about playing pranks on schoolmates at boarding school… and bizarre tales of business deals gone wrong… and funny bits about how much Sebastian hated Connor’s family, and all the snide remarks he would make when he talked to them. Eventually the wine took over and put everything into a nice, soft haze… and the food overwhelmed me with the sheer sensual delight of it all. And I forgot about the creepy family history.

Bart and Joanne decided to go to their apartments and spend the rest of the evening together. Conor walked with me back to the apartment as he told me another war story. He tells great stories. Now if I only knew what he was talking about. I was enthralled trying to imagine all the things he has seen or done. As soon as we were in the room with the door shut, I rushed him with a flood of kisses, and he returned each one. Before I could say anything he swept me off my feet and had me on the bed holding me tightly to him as we made out. I could die right now and be so happy. So many kisses were traded between us. We paused for a minute so we could catch our breath. We crawled up to the pillows

I couldn't bring myself to touch her—not in front of him. "Oh, look at you two. So cute. You and Rebecca, right? Everyone knows all about your love story. I even heard you two won best couple award," Esme piped up with a dramatic gasp. "Conan, doesn't that make you the third wheel that broke them up—" "Oh shut the fuck up already, Esme!" Conan groaned, snapping her head toward him like a viper. "How dare you—"

The kicking Tana and I received from them that night is a story for another day. Remind me to not ever sleep on the same bed with hyper active kids. Their energy cannot even sleep at night.