Connor Cyberlife Novels & Stories

asked Althea shocked. “Nile was my fake persona, I went to high school with her, My father was not allowing me to go as we have to hide the fact that we are Canis lupus, so I came with a plan, I made my fake identity,” said Connor while moving his finger in his blond hair. “Whoa, that’s enough family drama, now you are my grand uncle and grand friend too,” said Hazel who had just heard the last sentence.

"I took the liberty of asking around. Seems Miss Amber has been very vocal lately about her... expectations regarding her future position in the pack." "What kind of expectations?" "The kind where she's already picking out Luna ceremonies," Connor said dryly. "She's been telling people that you and Jace are just waiting for the right moment to make it official." I felt my wolf stir with anger. "Has she now?" "There's more." Connor pulled out his phone. "I have a contact at the phone company. Those numbers in the supposed text conversations? They're all burner phones, purchased with cash three weeks ago. Want to guess what store they were bought from?"

Not in this world. Connor sat on the kitchen counter, his eyes narrowed as he scrolled through surveillance footage on his laptop. The blue glow illuminated his sharp features as his fingers danced over the keyboard. His face revealed frustration. "Nothing yet. No suspicious activity near our properties. No intercepted communications. It’s as if he’s a ghost." Adrian stood behind him, arms crossed. "He's not a ghost," he murmured. "He’s simply more strategic than the men we've dealt with before."

Barbara, who knew little about the situation, asked, "Connor, I heard that you are working at the Norman Group. Which department are you in? May I know your family members?" Connor smiled. "I'm in the management department. My parents have passed away. I have an elder brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister." "Then, you must be under a lot of pressure financially." Connor smiled, "It's fine. They are all quite easy to support." Barbara thought for a moment and continued, "Have you bought a house in Akron? Do you have a car? If you get married, will your siblings live with you?" "I have houses and cars. My younger brother is living with me now. My younger sister is studying abroad."

Evelyn arrived just after eight, coat already on, hair immaculate, eyes sharp. “You’re not going alone,” she said, not asking. Melissa poured coffee. “I didn’t say I was.” Evelyn nodded once. “Good.” She slid a thin folder across the table. “We pulled everything we could overnight. Connor Holdings is bleeding quietly. Tyrone masked it well, but his offshore links are unraveling. He’s desperate.” Melissa opened the folder, scanning fast. “Desperate men take risks.” “And hurt people,” Evelyn added. Melissa looked up. “He already has.”

"I've told him many times, but he seems to be misunderstanding something. That's why he hadn't given up yet. Plus, I discovered that he released an article on the campus website about us dating today." Claude's face fell. "Let's head back. That guy mustn't have gone far. I'm going to punch his teeth out of him today!" Connor's mind was blown away by that news too. He suggested, "I'll call Nathan. He's an expert in this field." "It's alright, Connor. I've dealt with it. I learned one or two things from Nathan previously. It's easy to find out the IP address." Connor recalled the time when she hacked into Dominic's company's system. Looking into an IP address was indeed a piece of cake, but Co

After a minute of that, he questioningly raised one eyebrow since she had not said anything further. “Connor!” Velma called out to him, waving him over. Connor was another gifted wolf. Like I told Gabriel earlier, we had quite a few of them. Connor’s gift was very unique. One could think of his gift like a probability generator. He was able to predict the probability of a strategy working. It made him a master strategist which was why he was on our Missions Council. He typically stayed at the pack instead of coming to visit packs because his expertise made him very useful there. Now, he would be very useful here.

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

“But you should fix that vulnerability in your proxy loop. It’s screaming backdoor.” She blinked. “You know how to code?” “I dabble,” he said, smirking. “Mostly in stuff that gets you arrested.” Something flickered across her face, she was half surprised, half amused. “What kind of stuff?” He pulled up a chair like he owned the room. “Let’s just say, before I was once known as Connor-the-ghost. You ever crashed a politician’s fake charity site at sixteen just because he got down with your celebrity crush?” he smirked.

Then, Connor uttered word by word, "If I get 3500 points, your life’s mine. If I don't get it, I'll chop off my head and give it to you. Do you dare to bet on that?" Since Connor was able to say that, he was indeed confident with getting the 3500 points. "3500 points? That's interesting!" Caspian saw the scene and had a sudden hunch. Then, he turned his gaze sideways toward the lawn far away from him. In the yard, the elders of the sects were camouflaging themselves with the help of formation, and they were having an intense discussion. "It's Connor Yeager! Why’s he here?" "Why didn't we get any news about him attending this ceremony?!"