Connor Famous Novels & Stories

Though I had soon changed course of action, I didn't forget them. "Many people know the six troublemakers," I replied, playing it off as casual. A smirk appeared on the corner of his lips. "That means you know me well." Connor O'Brien tied with Sir Lockwood as the most notorious; while Sir Lockwood was notorious amongst the women, Connor was known for his fist. Oliver was brutal, but he still didn't come close to Connor. Despite being born into a family that guaranteed a soft life for him, he chose the one with his fist, so while he ran the O'Brien motor during the day, he fought underground at night. Connor thrived through violence, and the few scars on his face were a testament. His grey h

“Wolf.” The man standing there was as tall as Ice, just as strong and broad, just as hardened. Wolf Connor was also one of the toughest sons-of-bitches that Ice had ever known – what the man lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in street smarts, and Ice had come to respect the brain under that mop of permanently-tousled dark hair.

"Yes sir. This is the right place, I have been here twice before to carry out the investigations and I’ve also seen them around here. I can't forget it." Damien shuddered, as he came to the frank conclusion that this was real. It was so strange that he found it funny because he damn well remembered how high and mighty the Connors had lived. Everyone had lived in fear and awe of Mr Connor, being the influential person that he was back then. He had the power and the wealth, and his family had lived lavishly too, having everything that they ever needed. Who would have imagined that such a powerful family would end up in the gutters after a few year?

I could feel the war inside him—the way his body was responding even as his mind fought it. Connor was a known playboy. The kind of man who could charm a woman out of her panties in under five minutes and forget her name by morning. If I weren’t his best friend, he would’ve had me bent over this couch months ago. So why the hell was he resisting me now?

The only person I'd seen in the news recently was Connor. I frowned, feeling troubled. Why had he come here? "Don't worry, Kieran. I'll handle it." With that, I descended the mountain path. Sure enough, I saw Connor lurking around at the foot of the mountain. There was mud all over his expensive designer suit. There was no trace of the former CEO of Garrett Group. I cleared my throat lightly to get his attention. The moment he saw me, he rushed toward me like a drowning man who found a lifebuoy to hold on to. The spark that returned to his eyes was frighteningly bright.

“Happy to hear that.” Connor’s voice suddenly catches my attention as he exclaims, “The Morfils?”

The bar ladies brought in the most expensive drinks and as soon as Connor's hands touched the glass, he knew he was in the right place. "Come on man, you have to fill me in on everything that's been going on with you. What really happened? You just went AWOL on everyone. We've been trying to reach you… me, Diggy, the boys and Grude.." Adrian said. Connor sighed, knowing that he couldn't avoid this. He had to tell him the reason why he had been off for a long time and in that moment, a thought came to his mind. What if they could help? What if they could help him find not only Annah but his child and even the professor?

One of my friends asked. "So kind of weird but my wolf is saying this actress Amina Jordan is my mate?" I said looking down at her acting profile. "Wow really?" Someone asked. "I guess?" I said still confused. "Awesome we'll have a famous Luna" a voice said and there were a couple cheers. Kit was growling in my head, maybe he was right with how possessive he was being. "I'll talk to you guys later" I said waving them off and going to look for my parents.

I declared. "Fuck off, I'm depressed," Ansel barked. "Ansel Adams, for fuck's sake. Stop crying over that bitch already! I need you to do this!" I whined. "What's the big emergency?" he squinted. "Connor is going on a work trip. So I'm going to follow him there," I said. Ansel's eyes turned wide. "What are you, a stalker?" "Do you remember Miranda Smith from our high school?" "Eh...vaguely," Ansel shrugged.

“Never heard it before.” “What?! You’ve gotta be kidding me. It’s a classic! David Bowie, Freddie Mercury…” He just shrugs. “Never heard of those guys.” My jaw goes slack. “You’ve never heard of Freddie Mercury?! The frontman from Queen?!” He shakes his head again. “Oh my gosh, you’re missing out. Queen is iconic!” I gush. “I’ve got a playlist of their best songs, I’ll have to send it to you!” Connor scrunches his nose. “Nah, you don’t have to do that. I’m not really into this old-school music.”