Connor Cyberlife Novels & Stories

Connor replied, looking more concerned with each word he spoke and pained because, come on, he just woke up from the dead. "You're telling me someone took over the Vipers, and that was when the active attack on our town started?" Dante asked, and Connor nodded his head. The movement must have pained him because he closed his eyes and groaned a bit. "Name." I ordered, too eager to get to the bottom of this. "I don't know his real name. He was one of the top fighters in the fight clubs owned by the Vipers. I only know him by his stage name." Connor replied.

"Not just for tonight—they've been working together. Connor said he joined the FBI investigation six months ago, but Elena's been Council for twenty years. They're—" "They're the same person," Liam finished, pieces clicking into place with devastating clarity. "Connor Blake doesn't exist. Or he did once, but the man we know—our attorney, our confidant—he's been deep cover Council the entire time. And Elena—" He pulled up archived footage on his phone, photographs from Connor's Harvard Law graduation ceremony eight years ago, compared them to images of Elena from the same period. "They were there together. Same campus, same year. They knew each other before any of this started."

Zane's POV The drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community. It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.

“Help?” “A tutor,” Connor said simply. “Someone who knows what they are doing. Save yourself the stress of switching everything.” Zayne leaned back slightly, thinking it over. It wasn’t a bad idea. “You know anyone?” he asked. Connor’s lips curved slowly into a knowing grin. “Yeah. I do.” Zayne caught that look. “Why do I feel like there is a catch?” “There is no catch,” Connor said, chuckling. “Just trust me.” Zayne shook his head slightly but smirked.

My woman, my queen, and still too soft for the things I was about to do in front of her. Luca nodded once. “He’s talked a little, the Name’s Connor, Low-level muscle for the Irish. Says the order came through a burner phone after the Commission meeting ended. Cash drop already made.” I released Lenny’s hand and walked straight to the chair. Connor’s face was already swollen from Luca’s work, blood crusted under his nose and his eyes flicked to Lenny and widened. “Don’t look at her,” I said quietly. “Look at me.”

The day had been long, and the night promised to be longer. Cord was the main attraction; he and the female that was caught between shooting daggers at him with her eyes and mooning over him, that shit was making my teeth hurt. The kid had proven himself to be more of a bottomless pit than Ty by eating me out of house and home all afternoon, while the women fawned all over him like he was three. Connor was understandably preoccupied with his woman and their unborn child, and we'd already had a meeting, all of us, about the need to protect them at all cost.

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

The youngest Vozinelik is such a warm type of person. "If you do… I will say something—about how you take the invitation—"Connor twitches a smile, "—even you are not freaking qualified to enter the V company in the first place." The annoyance of Dylan turned into curiosity. "W-what did you say?" his lips are left parted when Connor said it to him. Well, the pompous ass Connor Carter Vozinelik makes him wonder more. He makes a smug smirked at him. "Well, see you around—"Dylan makes his words halt.

“I need you to do something for me,” The person from the other line coughed, clearing his throat. “Yes, anything, Luna.” I nodded, pleased. “I want you to check the connection between Natalie and Mr. Connor.” “Mr. Connor?” “Yes. The former chief warrior who was elevated to the ranks of commanders.” I confirmed. “It’s simple and you should get it done. Find out the connection between Natalie and Connor.” “Is this in connection with the disappearance of the maid, Pyra Blackwood?”

He has a point, but neither of them knows the truth. “Mr Mateo is around the early thirties when he decided to have Lincoln. Mrs Bridget also said to us that Connor’s mother is the youngest and she is an Irish. Connor is also a European like his oldest Brother, Lincoln.” Paul is ecstatic because of what he speculated with his friend. “Such a brilliant ass!” He keeps on messing the hair of Dylan. However, they must still investigate and wait for the decision of the CEO. Five in the afternoon strikes, but Connor Carter Vozinelik is not coming back after lunch. He didn’t have a meeting in the afternoon. It was unusual for the collateral husband.