Connor Hutcherson Age Novels & Stories

“Yeah, no. There’s no way that I’m following you and Hunter around like a lost puppy. I’ll figure something out.” Maleah snaps her fingers and smiles slyly. “You know, Declan’s little brother Connor is going to be there.” I quirk a brow incredulously and reach for a couch pillow to smack her in the face with it. “Seriously, Mal, Connor just graduated from high school. He’s still a kid.” Maleah scoffs. “That means he’s legal. And have you seen that boy? He’s freaking hot as hell with those gorgeous blue eyes, Irish black hair, and muscled body. If I weren’t so into Hunter, I’d show him how an older woman likes to be treated...grrr.” She growls dramatically as she raises a hand up with a prete

Ethan worked every day at such a place, like a god that decided the fate of humans. She felt great. The thought of becoming someone like him in the future put her in a good mood. Ethan broke the silence. "I asked someone to look for two tutors to help Connor with his pronunciation." Olivia was speechless at that, deeming that it was cruel of him to make that decision. Connor was barely a year old, but he was going to be tutored soon. Marina found it inappropriate too. "Isn't he too young for that?" "No. Erina can start after she turns three," he replied indifferently.

That look was quickly replaced with a smile that was wide enough to cause crinkles by his eyes. "Grace!" He exclaimed quite excitedly. I smiled, "Hey Connor." Connor Bolton. Connor had one of the most alluring auras I had ever felt radiate off a person. His hair was of a light brown colour and so were his beards which were always well groomed on his face. His eyes were forest green and his nose was perfectly structured. He was taller than I was by a few inches and he always smelled fresh and inviting. Connor was one of the first friends I made when I arrived at Spring. Although he held a work position which was much more superior to mine, he was always so kind and nice to me and I particular

"Alright, what day was it then?" Connor kept eye contact, "The 7th." I broke the eye contact, "Damn it. Mine's the 19th." He shot his arms up in a victorious motion. "I knew it!" I crossed my arms on the table. "It's 12 days, okay? We're basically the same age." He smirked, picking up his stuff. "Sure, kid. Now let's go. The guys are probably going to the gym right now, we can hang out there until practice."

My skin prickles and my gut is screaming to be wary. "You can't trust him," I murmur. "That would be a huge mistake." Connor sighs, reaching for a notebook and pen. "Let's list the pros and cons." My oldest brother, always the pragmatic one, starts making columns on the page. A couple of years ago, Connor met and fell in love with Trisha Volkanov, Matthias's oldest daughter. He had no idea who Trish really was and their whole love story was rather epic and very Romeo and Juliet. Now they have a precocious son, Griffin, who is a little over a year old. He's already quite the charmer who looks just like his father with black hair and bright blue eyes. Yesterday, he handed me a flower and said

“Mine has really gone down though. Thanks for the pills, Rhea.” “You didn’t give me any pills.” Veronica countered. “Well, I thought Connor would have given you.” she shrugged. “Speaking of Connor, where are the guys?” I asked. “They had an all-boys therapy session to get to.” I needed to speak to Caleb about last night. “Also, Rhea wanted to know how you know the guy that dropped us off yesterday?” Veronica asked with Rhea at her side giving her the stink eye. “What?!” I chucked a little at their exchange before replying “His name is Justin, he’s 23 and I met him when I worked for his dad. Oh, and he’s single.”

"I saw you stand up to him on the sidewalk today, and I heard you insult his massive ego perfectly. You proved that you are completely done being his helpless victim, and that specific realization made you the absolute perfect candidate for the arrangement I urgently need." I chewed a small bite of the blueberry muffin, swallowed the sweet food, and wiped my mouth with a paper napkin. "I still do not understand what you could possibly need from me," I replied, tracing the rim of my mug with my index finger while I waited patiently for his full explanation. "As the captain of the hockey team, my entire life revolves entirely around my athletic performance and my academic grades," Connor state

As you might guess, I'm twenty years old and my name's Connor. - Hello. My name is Shane and I'm your brother's mate's twin brother. Like her, I am 18 years old. Connor offers Shane his hand, and Shane takes it, and lets himself be led to a small rock, where he sits and watches Connor kneel in front of him.

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************