Romans & histoires Connor Franta Dirty Images

They even started rumors about my so-called messy private life. Apart from Jimmy's "unintentional" setups, all that happened in no small part thanks to Connor deliberately fanning the flames. He would approach me in private to "tease" me with the "dumb comments" that Jimmy made, which were so blatantly riddled with inconsistencies. Then, he would record my anxious rebuttal and maliciously edit my response before spreading the videos around. That cemented my reputation for getting triggered by the truth and reacting aggressively to it. Connor was also the one who took a screenshot of Jimmy's "hookup" comment and added a suggestive emoticon before posting it on the college forum. He even capti

"That doesn't matter, I saw the beautiful videos and photos you posted on your page I had to take some screenshots although I can't find them anywhere in the internet any longer. What's up?" " Who the fuck is this?! I got over 100 millions views on that post so how exactly do you expect me to recognize who I'm speaking with without a name?" " Its Fransisco Coleman"

"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.

He spat, already regretting giving her the audience. "It's fine. You can open an I*******m account and pull strings to get it verified. Then you and I can take a really cute picture. We wouldn't even have to put plenty of captions. The whole world will know what it means and then you will be free from Diane forever." "Are you serious?" She nodded, a victorious smile creeping to her lips as though she just solved a great problem. "Are you kidding me?" "Connor!!!" She called out his name, taking steps towards him.

He knew who this was, violating his woman, abusing and torturing her for over two months. “Conor,” he says through gritted teeth and the man on the screen stops his thrusts into Devyn. He turns to the screen and removed his mask, grinning and lifting Devyn up and throwing her to the ground before cutting the call. Dimitri looks at him with surprise, “You knew who that was?” he asks incredulously and Kieran turns on his heel, “My brother Conor, the one who was selling me out to Marcos Brago, he's currently excommunicated from Manhattan. Let’s go, I think I know where this is headed.” He says and Dimitri nods, leading the way. He couldn’t help but feel Dimitri’s eyes on him all the way, and ev

“Then if you don’t care about yourself, then maybe you’d want to keep your wife safe. There are photos, you know, photos of your wife, that could also be released.” I froze. Connor had been the one threatening to release those topless photos of Niamh. Her own father. I felt sick. Rage like I’d never felt surged through my veins. In an instant, I was grabbing Connor by the shirt collar, shaking him as he tried desperately to pry my hands away. “You would threaten your own daughter, your flesh and blood, like this?” I shook him one last time and then thrust him away from me. “You’re disgusting. You don’t deserve to even kiss Niamh’s feet.”

"Poor baby. Well, listen, I need to show you my new guy. He’s gorgeous, Danny. A total catch." He turned the phone, the camera swinging around to a guy sitting on the edge of a bed, pulling on a shirt. "Hello, Danny?" the guy said. I froze. The voice. The jawline. The way his eyes looked like they were constantly calculating the price of everything in the room. It finally clicked. This was the guy from the club bathroom. The guy who had looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe while he screamed at Noah. "My name is Connor," he said, giving the camera a slow, knowing smirk.

"You think she'll sleep with you?" "Eventually." Connor sounded confident. "She's vulnerable right now. Scared. Looking for someone strong to lean on. I just need to be patient." Valentina's blood boiled. The arrogance. The assumption that she was just another conquest. She recorded five more videos, each more damning than the last. Connor and Sierra discussing their plan in detail, their affair, their mutual hatred of Duke. Then she found the final video, dated three months ago. Before Connor even came back to Riverdale.

“I don’t think that’s true. He just liked my essay.” Connor smirked, pushing his fries around. “He doesn’t like anyone’s essays, so that’s basically a miracle.” I shrugged, feeling my cheeks warm. “I just write too much. I can’t help it.” “Same,” Connor said. “Except my essays usually end up looking like I’m angry at the world.” Ethan snorted. “You are angry at the world.” Liam leaned back in his chair, chuckling. “Nah, he just hides it behind sarcasm.”

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.