Connor Cyberlife Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

"Tell me, what's going on?" "I met someone," I sighed dramatically before adding, "online, while playing Call of Duty." "No way!" Drake exclaimed, and I threw my head back, laughing. "Damn, Jess, it's about time. Where did you meet him?" "Online," I whispered. "He knows I'm a woman, Drake. I'm not a girl anymore." "Where does he live?" Drake asked, packing up his bag. "Liverpool. I don't know how it's going to work," I shrugged, knowing I was getting ahead of myself. Drake stroked his beard, looking around the room.

“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?”

Connor feels like he cannot even feel himself from the pain he is agonizing up until this day. It's been almost two years when he tried to please him to his bone marrow. Connor is the wealthiest businessman and became the youngest business retail tycoon of the Philippines, which attains it at the age of twenty-five… now he is thirty and turning thirty-one. He studied his masters in business at Pepperdine University. However, a mere lowlife could be his kryptonite. The unknown woman on the bed is sleeping tightly when the CEO is preparing his Americano coffee. The scent of caffeine can detach his hefty emotions. Moreover, Connor spits out the coffee and the black substance drips from the marm

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

"Cyprian, I'm....." "Please don't" He said roughly. The door opened suddenly. "Here you are" Connor said, entering the room like a black Knight. "I'll leave first" Nil said, making attempt to leave. "I'll like to talk to you Cyprian" Connor said, surprising me, he used his name?. "Yes sir" Nil answered "Right away sir?" He asked, a person that didn't even want to see my husband's face few days ago, he looked at Connor like he's some sort of hero,