Connor Dbh Fanart Novels & Stories

“Come see this.” I stood from where I previously knelt and moved over to where he stood to see what he wanted to show me. It was a Polaroid which seemed to have between the book in Dean’s hands. In the picture, Connor seemed young, like he was 7, with a few broken teeth and curly brown hair. He was wrapped in the arms of a woman who I assumed to be his mother. She had big blue eyes and honey blonde hair and she held her son like he was the only thing that mattered.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

My breath caught as I took him in, like I was seeing him for the first time. He had to be over six feet, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and dark hair slicked back from the shower, still dripping. My gaze dropped to his chest, freezing on the black ink etched there. It was a fierce tribal design, swirling like flames across his left pec, right over his heart. Connor didn't have tattoos. Or at least, he hadn't the last time I'd seen him shirtless, which felt like forever ago. Maybe he'd gotten it on one of those trips and kept it secret like everything else. The thought stung a little, but it also lit something up inside, like proof he wasn't the same boring guy anymore.

Ever. Thick eyebrows and unruly lashes framed his chocolate brown eyes, which twinkled with amusement as he looked down at me – because yet again, they were all freaking massive, and my 5’9” height was small compared to them. His dark hair was cut low, close to his scalp, and his high cheekbones and square chin were covered in the stubble of a neatly trimmed, full beard. I wondered if it would tickle or irritate my skin as it rasped against me? His skin was a lovely shade of reddish-brown—burnt cinnamon—and altogether beautiful. He seemed like he didn’t want to be touched when we first met, but skin like that just didn’t go untouched. Wide shoulders and a broad chest strained against the t-s

Selena exclaimed in the and leaned back on the couch in frustration. On the other hand, Diana was done bandaging Connor. He thanked her with a sweet smile and she just nodded at him with a soft smile. "Ok, here's the sketch." Colton said and passed a file with a sketch to him. Everyone looked at Connor to see if he could recognise the man or not. Connor looked at the sketch with widened eyes. "Oh, God! It's the same man! He was wearing this same cap and mask to hide his face! It's the same man!" Connor confirmed in shock.

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

Arya continued, ignoring her. Connor but his lower lips. He didn’t really like where Arya was going. If she was suggesting a face-to-face confrontation with Debby, then it was dangerous. Debby was a genius in many things including martial arts. A grin appeared on Debby’s face and Connor feared the worst. Would she challenge Arya to a one on one fight? What would be the reward? The loser forgets Damien? Arya might take it up thinking she was just a little girl.

Connell glared at Alex, wishing he had daggers to toss at the man. “The Shifters have a bigger problem than they know.” The Beta looked at Connell with a smile. Alex looked at him like he had lost his mind. Connell grunted, then grabbed his shirt. He went to put it on, but stopped. The brand was still too new; he needed to let it heal a bit more. He walked out of the trees, walking toward the houses that were hidden by the forest. Many of the women watched as Connell walked toward his house. His muscled chest had tattoos that covered his pecs, then went down his arms like sleeves. Most of his art told a story about his life. The one that said mom was about the love he had for his mom. She ha

Nothing ever changes. Following behind Connor, I see him looking around, confused. “Hey!” I call out. He turns with a snicker. “What do you want?” Releasing an impatient breath, I walk towards him and grab him by the forearm. “Let’s go.” He tries to resist, but as tall as he is, he’s still no match for my strength. His struggles don’t last long, though, when he sees my vehicle. “Holy shit!” He cries out as he circles the car with a look of wonder. “That’s a Hennessey Venom GT. That’s like a million-dollar car.” I shrug my shoulder with a nonplussed expression. “So?” Connor’s lips quirk with an incredulous expression as he waves his hand over the car. “So… the car is a freaking work of art!”

I braced my body for his physical impact, but his hands never actually touched me. Before Caleb could close the distance between us, a very tall, broad-shouldered man stepped directly between us and completely blocked Caleb’s path. I immediately recognized the dark hair and the massive physical build of Connor Blake, the highly respected captain of the college ice hockey team. Connor stood completely still, displaying a calm but incredibly dangerous presence that made Caleb freeze instantly in his tracks. "Is there a specific reason why you are harassing my girlfriend on the public sidewalk, Mercer?" Connor asked, his voice sounding incredibly cold and entirely steady.