Connor Famous Novels & Stories

Her legs are wobbling when seeing Connor because he cannot lay his eyes on her. “Peter, tell me what did I heard?” Her tears flow when begging to know the answer underlying beneath the words of her daughter. She is so inquisitive about their connection. “Beatrix….” Connor Vozinelik opens his heart and mouth. “I am not Peter. I am Connor…. Connor Carter Vozinelik.” She holds her mouth because he knew that name. “C-Connor?! The multi-billionaire r-retail tycoon?” her voice is stammering when asking.

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.

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Demon years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Mirabelle over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack."

More so because he has a thing for Sage. “Hey Priest, Hunter told me what happened with Sage, and he figured you might need my help. What do you want me to do?” At first, I consider keeping him out of it. However, regardless of my personal feelings, Connor is one of the best techs we have. They’re not quite in league with Logan Maxwell but close. He and Hunter are both geniuses with computers.

He shuddered and instinctively took a small step backward, trying to blend into the background as much as he could. Connor furrowed his brows at this. He could not help but feel that Liam's name sounded familiar, and was trying to put his finger on it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to recall where he heard this name before. Finally, he gave up and hollered, "I don't care who you are, you twat, but no one messes with Connor Saunders in his territory and gets away with it!" With that, he gestured to his men and ordered, "Seize him!"

She couldn't help but ask. Connor glanced at Joel, who had finally got a hold of the bartender. "It's fine, actually I am surprised no one has recognised him yet. He is an actor, probably that's why you think he looks familiar". "Oh my God, now when you say it, he was in ‘Bones and moons’ right ? And that ‘Lost cases’ movie ?" It had just dawned on her who he was, he was just one of those actors where most people knew his face but never could remember the name.

“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.”

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.

“Please, Connor. Don't do this. You can't post about this online, I already have a bad enough reputation as it is." “A scandal shouldn't be a new thing for you Danny, I wonder why you care so much, a harlot like you I didn't think you would be scared of news like this going out to the public,” Connor said calmly. He glanced toward the door. “I hope you didn't come here with any guards.”

Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!" Connor pulled up the browser and saw his name topping the list of viral searches. When he clicked on the first link, his breath halted. He was greeted by a video of him doing the deed with Sylvie in front of the altar. There was an uproar in the comments. "I thought everyone said Connor Shaw was a religious man who took a vow of celibacy? Why would he do something like that in front of the altar?" "Goodness me! Here I was thinking that Connor Shaw was saving himself for Anna Larson. Guess you can never trust the image these people from wealthy families