Connor Cyberlife Novels & Stories

Connor quickly moved past the pleasantries, looking at me intently. "I’ve been in Liberland and am now a director at the Nexus Group,” I answered honestly. I didn’t see the need to conceal this information. It was important for him to know about my current position and capabilities—to understand that I wasn’t the same person as a year ago. Connor looked slightly taken aback at my response, his expression turning a bit unnatural. "You’re a director at a foreign-owned company? That’s unexpected." "There's nothing unexpected about it. People grow in character and capability after major life events. My current achievements are the results of the hardships you put me through," I said with a cold

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

I say grinning. Cyra laughs. “I’m not above throwing your sister’s name in if it means getting a discount. I’m also going to talk to them about cyber security in our pack. I know they said Connor’s pack wasn’t secure before and I want to make sure ours is.” “Hmmm,” I say, thoughtfully. “What? I know that look. You’re cooking up a plan.”

Let him enjoy his life for now. Very soon, I will hunt him down and end his miserable life. I cannot stay here anymore. Come what may, I must break out of this place. I know where to find Connor and I know what he is up to. The emails have made it known to me that he is now a hunter. He has a team of lowlives that he works with. Together, they hunt supernatural beings and either kill or imprison them. It has come to my attention that he is planning on attacking the werewolf community.

Lisa heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled back at Serenity, "You're right, I underestimated you and I underestimated our friendship! Now let's forget about everything else and relax for a bit! Jackson Valor is nothing! There are plenty of men in this world! I'll find you a dozen hot guys to pick from!" Serenity did not want to dampen Lisa's enthusiasm, so she went along, "Yeah! A dozen hot guys!" "What?" After Connor answered his phone in the Valor Residence study, his face changed slightly. He told the person on the other end of the line, "Keep watching them." After hanging up, Connor turned to his boss uneasily and hesitantly.

He pulled out his phone, punched down on its numbers. "What's the code?, " he asked without waiting for any reply. "Her death day!, " the crude voice replied with so much empathy of delight. *************** Louis {POV} The arrival of Connor, my chief security brought me to a halt as he entered my inner office chambers. It's been a few days and hopefully he has found something useful. All the links to Nora's death had been ghosted even the recent hint still hanging on the cliff was about to disappear like the rest. I scanned his appearance as he walked towards me with a short bow. He stood as rigid as usual. Conner, retired from the military, his uncle worked alongside with my foster father a

Recently, Connor had been unreachable, so she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Her plan to whitewash her image was all arranged by Connor. With his connections and capabilities, manipulating netizens was effortless. She only needed to follow his arrangements to have a bright future. But now, he had disappeared. Everything seemed to have come to a halt. Misty could only continue to maintain her charity live streams at welfare homes. The once lively broadcast had gradually lost many viewers. People were fickle, and an unchanging pattern was unlikely to retain people's interest, especially without Connor's financial support.

"We were trying to avoid a scandal, not commit a crime! You tried to turn a High Council winner into a common pelt-peddler? Do you have any idea whose name you've dragged into the mud?" "Editor... I didn't think—" "Get out. Her pack remembers your scent. You’re finished in this industry." 5:00 PM. Vale Hills Estate. Connor was back in his study, looking lethal despite his lingering illness. Jordan arrived with a thick scroll—the secret history of Mark Whittaker’s month in the city. "Finished?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. "Perfect timing. Look at this," Connor said, pulling me onto his lap. The scroll listed four models Whittaker had "sponsored" in the last moon. One of them was S

"I'm about to commit career suicide, so pay attention." She pulled up recordings. Connor's voice filled the room—his conversation from the warehouse, admitting to manipulation, to using Sierra, to planning Duke's destruction. "Son of a bitch," Murphy breathed. "There's more." Sierra switched files. Financial records. Shell companies. Money trails. "Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor."