Connor Jessup Falling Skies Novels & Stories

Aѕ I ѕlоwlу ѕtаrt counting down, оnе оf Nеоn’ѕ ѕесurіtу detail rеасhеѕ bеhіnd hіѕ bасk fоr whаt I have tо assume is a concealed wеароn. Thе mоmеnt ѕtrеtсhеѕ out. Jessup glowers at me and dоеѕ nоt lеt go. It’s a сlаѕѕіс ѕhоw down. Nеоn bеgіnѕ tо ѕоb as Jеѕѕuр drags hеr up from hеr knееѕ and рullѕ hеr аwау from the grоuр. He stretches hіѕ frее hаnd under his ѕuіt jacket. “Dоn’t еvеn thіnk аbоut іt, Jessup. I’vе got уоu covered. Dоn’t у оu dаrе rеасh dоwn.”

"Hailey, you think you’re the only good person in the world? If you’re so kind, why don’t you unbuckle yourself and get the inhaler yourself?" I whipped my head toward Layla, her body convulsing as she gasped for air. My jaw clenched. Without another thought, I yanked the hairpin from my head and slashed it across the belt. The fabric tore free. I pushed up from my seat, but before I could move further, the plane bucked savagely. My body lifted off the seat and slammed into the ceiling before crashing back down. Agony shot through my bones, my vision swimming with darkness.

He gave me a look—half warning, half something else entirely—then stepped out, and I followed. The building smelled like mold and dust. The elevator didn’t work, so we took the stairs. Seven flights. By the time we got to the top, my legs were shaking. Jillian noticed. He didn’t say a word, but when I faltered on the last step, his hand reached out and gently gripped my elbow. He steadied me. And for the briefest moment, our eyes met—something soft in his, something unsure in mine. “You okay?” he asked.

• I took the challenge more seriously than I probably should have, showing up at her apartment that Friday night in a black cap pulled low, a pair of glasses I’d bought specifically for the occasion, and a hoodie that made me look, by her immediate assessment, deeply suspicious. “Sky,” she said, opening the door, taking in the full effect with barely contained laughter. “You look like a man who’s about to rob the popcorn stand.” “I’m supposed to look suspicious. Nobody’s supposed to recognize me.” “There’s a difference between unrecognizable and criminal. You’ve achieved criminal.” She was already laughing too hard to maintain any real judgment. “Take off the glasses. They’re somehow making

“Let’s see what those YouTube videos taught you.” Jake inhaled like he was about to jump out of a plane. “If I break anything, you’re driving me to the hospital.” “I’ll sled you down personally” I promised. He pushed off cautiously and to my surprise, he didn’t immediately fall. Sure, his arms flailed a little, and his knees wobbled like spaghetti, but he managed to make it about twenty feet without eating snow. I let out a celebratory cheer. Jake reached the bottom, slightly out of breath but grinning like a kid who’d just pulled off a magic trick. “Did you see that?”

"I've already made up my mind—" Jessica appeared to my left. "Let him help." She said, scooping a spoonful of cheesecake into her mouth. She put her plate down and walked behind Connor, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Connor is a fashion designer...sort of." Connor rolled his eyes. "I'm an apprentice for now, but don't worry, I know my way around some fabric." He grinned at me. "I'll make sure to knock your billionaire boyfriend's socks off." I sighed, looking at their ridiculously smiling faces.

“Grandpa? I didn’t expect you back.” Mr. Jasper Sr.’s sharp gaze snapped to him. “This accident—there’s more to it, isn’t there? Was it Joseph Ford?” Sean rubbed his temples, visibly exhausted, and sank down onto the couch. “Yeah.” Mr. Jasper Sr.’s expression darkened further. “I heard Desmond fell from a building?” Sean gave a quiet, steady “Mm.” Mr. Jasper Sr. stared at the television again, lost in thought. The room fell into a tense silence.

Every now and then, my gaze would drift to Connor, who was seated nearby, watching us with an intense focus, his lips curled into a mischievous grin that hinted at some unspoken amusement. Suddenly, an unsettling stillness surrounded Yaris. I felt a tremor ripple through his body, his muscles tensing beneath my touch. His eyes rolled back, and an uncontrollable shaking overtook him. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him, trying to support his weight. Despite my own strength, he became too heavy, and together we began to sink toward the floor. In an instant, Connor was beside us, his powerful arms encircling us both, gently lowering us downward. His grey eyes flashed with worry.

“Yes, it’s exactly that! You're being forced into a bad deal! And if you disagree, Mr. Ziegler won’t let you off!” Connor pressed. “Ms. Smith. You should know that if Mr. Ziegler wanted to, even the underground king of Mirage City, Gavin, could be dead in minutes!” Jasmine felt a shiver run down her spine at Connor’s threat. She took a few steps back. Connor sneered, “What’s wrong? Still holding on to hope? Fine! I’ll make you give up completely!”

Sky was aware that this measure would provide them with some time before returning to the Blue-Sky Pack, where they would construct a specifically designed cell for Max. Amid the chaos, Sky enlisted Jessica's help to find Kelson, knowing they shared a special bond. Jessica cast a locator spell and discovered Kelson in a neighboring town. Upon arrival, Jessica entered the house, feigning ignorance of the events. Kelson confided in Jessica, admitting her departure stemmed from the realization that Zion's love was unattainable. Jessica empathetically acknowledged her feelings.