Connor Franta Dirty Images Novels & Stories

My hands were still shaking as I grabbed the glass of water on the table and downed it in one go as if I could drown out the frustration burning in my chest. But before I could fully process the emotions swirling inside me, my phone vibrated in my palm. A small, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of my lips when I saw Connor’s name flash on the screen. I answered with a low, victorious hum. “Hello…” There was a soft chuckle on the other end. “Okay, fine,” Connor muttered. “When do you need the weapons?” My smirk deepened. NARRATOR Luca Moretti…” His name rolled off his tongue with a low, gravelly chuckle, thick with malice. The very mention of the name stirred something dark within him, a fe

Connor said. Annah was dumbfounded as she continued to listen to what he said. In that moment, she could hardly picture the Fred she knew with the one Connor was describing at all. "Wow." "I don't know if i should tell you this but i will. At the end of our investigations- that is, Hans and I. We both discovered that Fred runs a cartel." Connor said.

She watched them quietly as they produced more naked pictures of wealthy women. Soon, Mr Cooney ordered his friend to go out and bring something.. “Mr Cooney I'm highly ashamed of you!” She spoke in rage, not being able to hold it in any more. Katrina saw him bring out a picture and then he carefully went to hang it. It was an unclad image of Luciana, her sister. How did they get such? She asked herself rhetorically as she watched him put more on the stand to dry. Mr Cooney noticed her surprise reaction and he smiled. “Looks like you do not like that image. Do not worry, we're currently processing yours and you'll love it” he said.

Hand copies, at that. Seeing the ironclad evidence before them, everyone gaped. Connor couldn't even have dreamed that the person he'd asked here to prove Rita was a grifter had turned around and bit him. Right in the ass! "Do you believe me now, Mr. Trent?" Rita beamed at Connor, who was still rooted to the spot. The girl was laughing, but Connor felt like he was getting beaten down. He'd lost thoroughly this time. And gotten called out in public by a twenty-year-old little girl, how infuriating was that?

"What kind of vision are you trying to manifest here? Since I have a moment of peace, I think I shall stay and oversee the rest of Emma’s work." The photographer’s face drained of color. He had clearly hoped our connection was a myth. "Why is your head bowed now? You had plenty to say to Ava a moment ago," Connor rumbled. "What? Are you shivering? Did you truly believe you could bait her without me catching the scent?" "I... my Lord... I had no knowledge. Truly, I was blind to your... connection," the photographer stammered, his tongue seemingly frozen in his mouth. "And so you believed that gave you the right to break her?" Connor’s aura intensified, a cold, predatory power rolling off him

“‘I do’ – is that something we might be hearing again sometime soon, in front of a minister? ‘I do’? Maybe some wedding bells in the future for you and Ms. Ross? Or, should I say, Mrs. Templeton?” Connor’s smile froze. His eyes looked like a trapped animal’s. “Well, we’ll just have to see what the future holds.” I wanted to cry – and not from happiness. The slowly creeping nightmare continued, channel to channel, minute to minute. The first interviews were all about the scandal, the photos, the implied prostitution. And Connor stayed right on track, repeating the same phrases over and over again, about wanting to ‘give America inexpensive, clean energy’ and how Miranda and his father were li

“What?” Christine reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small stack of photos. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them onto the floor, where they fanned out as I stared, my blood turning to ice at the images. The images were me and Francis, naked on the bed, captured in moments I’d thought were private. My face burned, shame and fury warring within me as I looked at the evidence of our affair scattered at my feet.

Connor was a slave of money and he would do anything to get it. He looked ferocious as he pulled a gun from the drawer. He unlocked the safety and aimed it at Andrius. “So what if you can fight? I have a gun!” Connor glared at Andrius and wore a ferocious grin. He pulled the trigger and shouted, “Kneel!” Bang! A burst of smoke came out from the barrel. Fatty Frank was horrified by the gunshot, and it sent him scuttling onto the floor on his backside. He then thought of Andrius. He looked up and saw an astonishing scene.

Now she just have to know if he’s going to be a problem or not, “I’m just shocked, Thea. I don’t know, is there anything else to know about him? Anything alarming I should be wary of?” “Well yeah, we found this shot on a website, it was him having a meal with Delaney not your mom as the world might see it. The picture was uploaded not too long, and wasn’t he the same guy we talked about in sophomore year if you still remember?” “Of course I remember- Jordan Connor. I met him at the party thrown to mark their partnership with my dad. Wait since you know the date when the picture on that website was taken, is the picture after I met him or before? It was during that time we also became friends

“Lila, stop. I don’t want this. Please.” Lila’s face went hard. She grabbed his chin tight, nails digging in a little. “Don’t you dare push me away, Alex. Remember those videos I have? The ones where you’re completely naked, moaning my name like a little slut? I still have every single one. You want me to send them to your teammates? To your family? Keep acting difficult and I’ll make sure everyone sees exactly what you are.” Alex froze up completely. His face went white and his hands started shaking. “Lila, that’s fucked up. You said you deleted those. Please don’t.”