Novel & Cerita Connor Detroit Become Human Fanart

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 New York territory enters into total winter darkness. Connor returns home from the Vale Media Group office carrying a freezing, deadly vibe around his massive shoulders. Upon seeing my frame sitting on the fur sofa looking down at the fans’ comments, his heavy boots stride over. He sits down close beside my hip, pulling my entire body flush into his warm embrace. "These days, my beast can return to the home den only to see your beautiful smile shining, Ava... your spirit sure has changed since we first met." I put down the device, leaning my back deep into Connor’s strong arms. "Is it a good change for our bond, or a bad change for my wolf?"

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.

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.

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."

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

This is what Connor said confusing both and Devlin snatched that file from Connor and started to read it. That’s when Devlin saw that what Connor said is true. There are no orphans in their pack except him. Yes, his parents were killed by their enemies in his childhood. This means his mate is a human. He guessed that this is going to be tough because humans are different from werewolves. Let’s see what’s going to happen.

he said, walking around. I became uncomfortable in his presence. Why was he walking around? Did Damian send him to spy on me? I turned to the mirror immediately to check my appearance. I was still looking like Anne. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him. "I'm sorry I was not able to introduce myself earlier. My name is Connor and I am the Delta of this pack," he stretched forth his hand for a handshake. I wrapped my arms around my chest, showing him I was not interested in getting to know him. But I had forgotten that the nightwear I wore was a little thin and as I wrapped my arms, it made my nipples harden.