Connor Famous Novels & Stories

Bradley needs to take his anger out on someone, and I guess that person is me, though I didn't do a damn thing to him besides bring his secret vendetta out into the open. Connor is a damn good kid, according to his file. He is an excellent Soldier, graduated high school at the top of his class, works hard, and is a good person. Works part-time for her mom, but because he's not from money or a distinguished family, Brad won't let his daughter be happy. That is just selfish and pathetic.

He asked curiously jogging to keep up. the two were a mismatched pair, Koin was tall, almost 6'5 and bulky with dark hair and colorful eyes, and while he had a sense of humor, it seemed he naturally leaned towards anger. Connor on the other hand was only 5'7 and his muscles didn't seem to exist until he used them. Connor also talked a lot, much of the time before his brain could run the words through the filter of "Is this appropriate or kind?" None the less, after spending literally every moment together since they were 2 weeks old, Connor had become like a brother to Koin.

' But, he didn't do that and instead chose to ask a dumb question. “Oh, is that why you refused to get back with me? Because you are with him now?” He looked up at my Boss. If it wasn't a serious situation, I would have burst into laughter at how Connor had to look at Ryan. One thing Connor always prided himself was that he wasn't short and was among the average height of most guys, but seeing my boss who was more or less a giant, I needed to confirm he didn't play basketball professionally for a while just for fun. Since he once told me he decided to learn German because he was bored. I sometimes didn't understand how his brain worked I wanted to reply Connor but Ryan beat me to it.

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

Those who saw him whispered to each other excitedly as he passed by. It had been a while since the rumor of Connie's engagement to Teddy had first started, but seeing Teddy here in the company today was a different kind of validation altogether. Furthermore, Connie was a renowned figure all over Taadi upon having skyrocketed to fame after appearing on 'My Grandma in Shining Armor'. She was well versed in firearms, and she had single handedly built an armament empire. She displayed a prowess for computers, and half of the world's supply for computer parts was manufactured by the subsidiaries under her company.

If the Sanguis Pack’s hierarchy worked like high school, then Connor was one of its golden boys: Handsome, with messy, dark blond hair and a leanly-muscled frame that never failed to attract eyes when he was training in the fields. He was a skilled fighter, and as if that wasn’t enough, the Holdens, like the Rockmountains, were Pack royalty. This meant that Connor was more well-liked and popular than I could ever hope to be. I felt a prickle of shame go through me as I watched how quickly his eyes shuttered as soon as he saw that it was me. “Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you were the one.” The playful warmth in his voice earlier was long gone, and even though I tried not to take it personally

"Mm. You like him?" "He was sweet. Gentle. And he didn't have to spare the time to walk me home." "What's his name?" "Connor. His surname is weird. Sanders or something." "American?" "No, Brit." "What's he do?" "I didn't think to ask. He's a singer; sings in a choir. A tenor, he says. It must be a good choir, they're singing a concert in St Martins soon." "Hah. A fellow musician." Bron smirked. "Sounds like a nice chance for a pick-me-up, Ceri. Maybe he has the tongue of a fluter."

I rolled my eyes and shouted in his ear, "Her heart is perfectly fine!" Too bad he could not hear me. The doctor froze, seemingly perplexed by that, but replied, "Ms. Clark's heart didn't seem to be affected by the incident." A smile finally broke out over Connor's face. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson." He shook hands with the doctor and bade him goodbye. I followed Connor into the room. That was my first time scrutinizing Connor up close. He was a finance consultant and earned a fierce reputation as Hawk-Eye and a steady fanbase due to his astute predictions.

Connor replied, looking more concerned with each word he spoke and pained because, come on, he just woke up from the dead. "You're telling me someone took over the Vipers, and that was when the active attack on our town started?" Dante asked, and Connor nodded his head. The movement must have pained him because he closed his eyes and groaned a bit. "Name." I ordered, too eager to get to the bottom of this. "I don't know his real name. He was one of the top fighters in the fight clubs owned by the Vipers. I only know him by his stage name." Connor replied.

Whatever Connor stands to benefit from must be huge because he has since given up his conscience for this mission of theirs. According to the information we gathered, Connor is a hunter. He knows about supernatural beings, and he despises them. He has always known and that is why he killed our mother, Willie, and supposedly, me as well. To him, I am dead. Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him.