Connor Detroit Become Human Fanart Novels & Stories

He got up and left no room for debate as he went to the door, revealing Orion and Dez. “Love,” Dez smirked at me until he spotted Connor and went stiff. We quickly explained the basics, that Connor was a supernatural and we didn’t want him to leave the housing unit they placed him in, but he wasn’t to be harmed, and promised to meet with them the next day to go over it more.

Just perfect. The rest of breakfast is in silence. I barely touch my food because despite the near save, my heart doesn’t stop racing. Dante soon steps out to receive a call and a few moments later, an orange-haired man walks in. The Tweety-wannabe that welcomed Dante and I at the door last night. He’s in a teal shirt and jeans, hair slicked back. He introduces himself as Dante’s consigliere, Connor Warren, but he doesn’t seem bright enough to be anyone’s advisor.

He placed a kiss on my temple and said, "No problem. I can't wait to introduce you to our pack." "Do they happen to like blonde ex-witches?" "They will learn to." Connor pulled up in front of his newly built home. It was a replica of the former destroyed by that demon. Connor climbed out and stretched yawning. As the sun descended, few streams of ray made the ends of mahogany hair shine like burnished copper. An excited breath caught in my throat, then my mouth watered. The pulse between my legs twitched awake. Was he purposely seducing me? "We seriously need to talk about me being the designated driver," he said, a small frown on his handsome face.

“And who, exactly, is this mate of yours?” Connor stepped forward, a hint of protectiveness in his stance. “That’s none of your business.” But I held up a hand, silencing him. I met Morgana’s gaze head-on. “My mate is Harley. She’s human.” For the first time, Morgana’s confident demeanor slipped, her eyes widening in genuine shock. “A human?” she whispered, as if the idea was absurd. “You’re telling me that an alpha werewolf like you has… bonded with a human?”

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.

The thing the fans were most curious about was, what big reason did a recluse Alpha like Connor have for opening a social media account? That night at 8:15pm, Connor finally posts up his very first photo. It was a picture taken from the Vale Media victory celebration dinner; the photo of his massive body carrying my frame on his back. In the photo, my she-wolf peacefully clings onto Connor’s broad back while my eyes twinkle brightly in the light of the hall. Meanwhile, Connor is carrying my weight easily; his heavy head is slightly turned to the side as his eyes look up at my face with a super gentle and caring gaze. Of course, his fingers did not only post up the beautiful photo. His text a

It is not that I am saying that Connor shall harm the child, but Connor is a Hunter, and his instinct is to protect the humans before he protects anything else. So with only but one single shake of my head, I firmly look him with firm confirmation in the eyes, "I am afraid that it will not happen." I pause for a moment knowing that he is going to need some reassurance, "Well, at least not today. We have a creature that is busy snacking on the city's mortals; somehow, I think that a little baby is far more innocent than that."

My class group had chosen to represent "The Faces of Independence." It was a mural-style painting they had done together, showing a blend of modern-day heroes and historical figures. Connie's section of the artwork stood out so sharply from the rest, I could already notice all eyes on him. God damn it, I should not feel proud of him… Where the others painted flags and leaders, Connie had drawn a woman—half her face hidden in something like a shadow, the other half cracked. Chains ran down her shoulders, but in the background, there was a sun… barely peeking over a wall. It was not that pretty and perfect, but God, I loved the symbolism.

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

Chris was still not convinced so Liam desperately says " Don't be so stubborn Chris, can't you even act for a few days for our future kids?" At this point, Conan who was silent for a long time gets frustrated with his human and takes control. Liam sees Chris deep brown eyes turning pitch black and hears Conan growl and say " Ignore this human, I will not allow anyone to get in the way of me having my pups, be it, my human or my mate."