Conner Bailey Novels & Stories

“Alright. How about we take this to Priest’s garage and see what’s in it. Connor nods his head. “Sounds good.” Finding her composure, Santana sits forward in her seat and asks, “Who’s Priest? And where are we going?” Connor’s eyes widen comically as he gazes intently into my eyes, but Santana isn’t done talking. “Where did you learn how to fight like that?” I lick my lips, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but before I can say anything, Connor interjects. “Declan was a Marine, remember? He knows all kinds of ninja moves.” My eyebrows lift with surprise at my brother’s blatant cover-up. I definitely didn’t expect him to come to my defense, considering how pissed off he has been with

“Azalea he’s not ours, look you just saw it. After everything he just told us and he welcomes her into his arms. I’m sorry Azalea but I don’t want us to hurt again. I can’t trust him.” I slowly walked to the kitchen. I poured another coffee and sat at the breakfast bar. I wasn’t going to cry he didn’t deserve my tears. My mind wondered to Conner, goddess he was so handsome. It was as though the goddess sculpted him herself and took her time. He was at least 6ft 5 with short shaved black hair. He had the most amazing green eyes and his arms were muscled like tree trunks. I saw him training one day and boy did his abs stick out. His 8 pack certainly had me imaging dirty things on what I would

Dylan smiles at him, then utter his reply, "I am good. I just miss, daddy—" Connor feels the jealousy inside of his chest—that is why his thumb presses against his upper lip. The silence is present again when their eyes are meeting each other. Connor keeps on normalizing his breath; however, he cannot do it when Dylan is on his bed. The handsome boy slowly takes off his bathrobe, which makes him startled for a second. It drops then he could see his tone skinny body… just like some supermodels of Calvin Klein. He is so desperate to know even a slight hint if Luke is still okay in his absence.

Ecollin stopped for a moment, roaming his cold eyes around, and suddenly stopped at me. Blood rushed upward and my legs wobbled with that eyes but I held the counter for support. I averted my eyes not wanting to be affected by those eyes. "You got affected." She stated blatantly. I shook my head in disagreement. He started talking to his secretary or should I say, Tiffany Lambert. Second, later, they are bidding their heads and walked to the private elevator. I released a big blow in relief. I already saw young billionaires like Zayn Grey, Blaine Texer, and Jacob Miller, I was assured that they are good-looking and a body to die for but I didn't have a crush or a little affection for them.

“I wouldn’t mind dating him. Where do I apply?” Kayla laughed. “The line is long, but I can get you a backstage ticket.” The two of them laughed. Then the reporter turned serious again, leaning forward and looking in her eye. “So… are you seeing anyone?” Kayla nodded without hesitation, her smile widening. “Yes, in fact, I am. His name is Connor.”My mouth fell open when I heard that. She’s dating Connor, Elijah’s assistant?! Now that’s the real news!

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

“Yeah, no. There’s no way that I’m following you and Hunter around like a lost puppy. I’ll figure something out.” Maleah snaps her fingers and smiles slyly. “You know, Declan’s little brother Connor is going to be there.” I quirk a brow incredulously and reach for a couch pillow to smack her in the face with it. “Seriously, Mal, Connor just graduated from high school. He’s still a kid.” Maleah scoffs. “That means he’s legal. And have you seen that boy? He’s freaking hot as hell with those gorgeous blue eyes, Irish black hair, and muscled body. If I weren’t so into Hunter, I’d show him how an older woman likes to be treated...grrr.” She growls dramatically as she raises a hand up with a prete

Bailey turned. He was tall, scruffy, with storm-gray eyes and a smirk that didn’t quite reach them. His lab coat looked like he had already wrestled with a bear in it. “You talk to all the cadavers like that?” Bailey replied without missing a beat. He laughed. “Only the ones that look like they died with secrets.” “Let me guess—creative writing major who changed careers after a tragic breakup?” “Hmm,that's close. Neurosurgery hopeful. And you are?”

Chase looked at Hailey who was silently fuming. Well, she doesn't look worried to me. “Hailey, what happened and who is this journalist?” Hailey looked at him with a blank expression. “He's one of the star journalists of Royalty news. His name is Conner and all that Dawn said is true.” Chase looked at her with a brow raised. “Just Conner?” “Conner West.” Weird name. “Okay. I'll deal with him. You shouldn't worry about it.” Hailey nodded, trusting Chase to do as he said.

"Don't worry, you're not exactly my type either." "Really? Spanish and gorgeous isn't your type? Then what is?" Tessa asked playfully, Connor only smirked. "For starters, you need to be a guy," Connor said making Tessa's eyes widen in shock. It seemed like Melissa heard that part because she was full-on focused on this conversation. "Oh? Interesting, tell me something about you Connor," Tessa said. "Alright, as you already now know, I'm gay. I also like pulling pranks on people, watching Netflix, and I think school is for the weak-minded," he said.