Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

You could have slept with any woman you want, why must it be my sister? Slap! Brayden slapped Connie across the face. ‘Crazy woman!’ ‘How dare you hit me!’ Connie’s eyes filled with tears. Her hand flew to her stinging cheek. ‘Woman, you’re really unreasonable.’ Brayden’s cold gaze landed on her face. ‘I’ve already told you, the more you kick up a fuss, the more you’ll use up whatever last bit of affection I have for you.’ ‘How can there be any affection left between the two of us?’ Connie continued to urge the two men to take photos. ‘Get a shot of their faces, the cheater and the sl*t!’

He pondered, staggering backwards because Mason had to be lying about this. But Mason's smile never left his face, and instead he continued with a roll of his eyes, "My sister didn't cheat on you. She lied about doing so because she desperately wanted to save you, and I supported her every decision you know. Who am I, after all? Plus it was a good way of getting back at you for that bullshit you pulled." His expression suddenly changed to anger. Damien knew exactly what he was talking about. This was the bone of the contention and malice between them. The reason why Mr Connor’s first fruit despised him so much in the first place was because he had slept with Mason's girlfriend, long before h

“You think I don’t see what that was? Another manipulation, another way to make me feel like I belonged so I’d give in. That’s not care. That’s strategy.” Connor flinches but holds my gaze. “He called you Issa. Not Clarissa. Issa. Because it was you he…” I cut him off again. “Enough. If Dante loves me, let him prove it himself instead of sending you. I thought the great Dante Romano could do better than using his minion to do his dirty work.” His face falls. For the first time, Connor actually looks hurt. “The door’s open,” I whisper. He rises slowly, gives me one last look, then walks out.

Connor hold Akira's hand and they walked near the portal hand in hand. Akira was trying to draw her hand away but the man won't let her go. "Connor, I won't run. Can you just let my hand off," Akira said with annoyance. "No," he quickly replied. Conrad shook his head because of his brother's shameless acts. How he wishes to slap him on his buttocks. He laughed at his thought. He walked past him and slapped his brother's ass. "Flirt," he said. "Hey, brother don't you do that again, huh?" Connor reacted.

Noah growled at Conrad who was teasing his length with fingers. "Conrad. I have to peeeee. Gooo". Noah pleaded Conrad to end the torture. Conrad giggled but left his shaft after squeezing it a bit, not missing the dark in Noah's eyes. He knew he was screwed. But he knew how to play with the fire. And how he loved it. Well Noah wasn’t complaining. He sat back among his friends who were looking at him with suspicious eyes. Conrad was trying hard to act cool. Before his friends could bombard him with questions Conrad's mom called him to meet someone. He was talking just formally because apparently his mind was occupied by his sexy fiancé.

Some of her friends were waiting for her to say something, and Thaddeus said, "I guess they're planning on something." I sighed, "I know." I gasped when Connor came in and saw him with another woman. He's now dating a supermodel named Thalia Mcclay. The woman had a great body, but when she glanced at me, her grin disappeared, and she stared at me with a profound hatred in her eyes. Connor kissed her on the cheek, which made her have to smile. "Catalina…." When Connor spotted me, his eyes lit up. Then he let go of Thalia's hand and came over to greet me with a peck on the cheek and a warm hug.

"Connor, that hurts!" "So does your fucking around with dad!" He snaps, pulling me against him. "Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you are right now? He’s about to be a father again! Did you know that? His fiance is pregnant!" I remain silent as Connor speaks, not wanting to openly confirm that I did in fact know that Francine was pregnant, but Atlas was adamant that the child wasn’t his. I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve to try to prove she was lying, but I didn’t want to ruin it for him either.

"By the trail, can your fingers give my device your login details for your personal network account? My eyes want to go look at some of the pack comments from tonight..." Connor pulls out his black phone, entering his secret words before handing the device straight to my fingers. My eyes take a very quick browse through the endless stream of messages before closing the screen, and soon my body enters a sweet dreamland right beside Connor’s sleeping warmth. However... The very next morning, Connor’s personal social media account once again explodes with wild fury across the territory wires. Because underneath Connor’s grand revelation post from yesterday, my fingers had left a cheeky message

Oh no, she didn't! "Please, Connor, let me hit her once," I hissed. Connor put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed it as if to hold me back. "Anya is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I only want her. I've loved her since we were kids. No matter how pretty you get, it wouldn't change the fact. What you did was completely unacceptable and borderline criminal. I should get you arrested, but I'm going to do you this one last favor and let you leave quietly," Connor breathed in and out slowly. His cold tone was disapproving. I've never seen him so angry. It was kind of scary and a turn-on at the same time.

“You could come back. We could put all of this ugliness behind us, if you just stop insisting upon treating us as enemies.” “Yeah, because my best friends threaten to blackmail me all the time,” Connor sneered. After he said that, Lenora dropped all pretenses. “You said something to your father earlier: when you know your opponent is dirty, then you fight dirtier. Well, darling, perhaps you’re not suited to the fight at all, seeing how completely you’ve underestimated your opponents… twice.” “You’re right,” Connor agreed. “I just thought you were rolling around in the sewers. I didn’t realize you were the sewage itself.”