Connor Famous Novels & Stories

“Of course not, we just got into a little fight, that's all. We were about to leave.” The tension was dissipating slowly, but the presence of the tatted fellow still made my heart thump uncontrollably, because I couldn't discern what he was capable of, or what would be his next move as he stood there, watching us. “I’m Connor by the way.” He said almost hesitantly. “I can't think of a less awkward way to say this… so I'm just going to start by asking if you're… seeing anyone at the moment.” His words caught me off guard for a brief moment, but I wasn't entirely surprised.

I was frozen for a couple of minutes as I heard Jason mumbling under his breath that he would set the whole damn world on fire before letting anyone get to me and it melted my heart. "Connor, do you care about me?" My question slipped naturally. Connor was surprised by my question before he nodded his head. "I do," He gave me a positive response. "I would never hurt my student as a teacher, not to mention you're the precious mate of my closest and best student," Connor said smiling and I felt warmth. I could feel that Jason was in a bit of a trance as well, once he had told me that Connor was the teacher he respected most, and he was important to him, but everything changed after Connor told

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Vampire 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 Anastasia over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack." "You are a bunch of muts?" "Ha! I see that my dear Sebastian still likes to refer to our kind as a bunch of muts."

"Not just for tonight—they've been working together. Connor said he joined the FBI investigation six months ago, but Elena's been Council for twenty years. They're—" "They're the same person," Liam finished, pieces clicking into place with devastating clarity. "Connor Blake doesn't exist. Or he did once, but the man we know—our attorney, our confidant—he's been deep cover Council the entire time. And Elena—" He pulled up archived footage on his phone, photographs from Connor's Harvard Law graduation ceremony eight years ago, compared them to images of Elena from the same period. "They were there together. Same campus, same year. They knew each other before any of this started."

As Faith walked down the hall, she was lost in thoughts, not aware of her surroundings until she bumped into a rock-hard wall. Not a wall, a hard chest. “I’m sorry, sir,” she apologized, looking up to find a pair of very familiar blue eyes staring down at her. “Connor?” she asked, shocked as he was the last person she expected to see in town. Connor Price, her neighbor, and friend back in Chicago. He hadn’t changed at all with his black hair, thin lips, and angular nose, adding a dimpled chin to his features. Connor was the definition of perfect. Ever since they were kids.

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

“My name is Connor Zeller. I'm sure you've heard of Master Aiden Zeller, the great ethereal shaman, right? I'm his successor! How dare you call me a fraud? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” Connor responded with a smile, unfazed. “Besides, the truth is clear to everyone here. Even if you beat me up, the people have already seen the facts!” The crowd seized the moment, and began shouting. “What’s this? Is the Sleepless City crew trying to use force to hide the truth?”

Connor gives me a bewildered look and gazes back out the window in disbelief. “Who is Declan, Connor? Eddie Morano is a crazy asshole that everyone is scared of. How is it that this man comes along with a million-dollar car and kicks his ass without breaking a sweat? This is crazy.” I reply, holding my hands up in surrender. Connor shrugs his shoulders with a puzzled frown. “I asked him, but he wouldn’t answer. I mean, he had a military jacket in his file, which means he’s trained to kill people. Right?”

I think for a second “Graham Norton. Not only is he hilarious but he knows loads of other celebs so I would probably meet more through him.” “NIce answer. Mine would probably be Tyson Fury. Okay, your question.” He replies as he links his finger with mine holding my hand. I look down and realise we fit each other perfectly. Just as I am about to ask my next question someone walking past us barges into me almost knocking me off my feet. “Hey asshole watch where you’re going!” Connor shouts, turning slightly as the Hoodie clad figure stalks off without so much of a glance in our direction. “They probably have headphones in.” I shrug. “Okay so, if your life was a book what would your current ch

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.