Connor Kenway Fanart Novels & Stories

“I can do that. I mean, you’ve seen him. Don’t you think he’s just the sexiest guy ever?” I cringed at thinking of Blue as sexy. Of course, I didn’t find anyone other than Cillian attractive now. “Whatever floats your boat.” “He has a tattoo,” Kenzie said in a hushed tone. “It’s a wave.” “I noticed when you brought him back to the house. And that makes sense. He seems to be keen about being near the ocean.” “Of course, that’s just one more thing that’s blocking us,” Kenzie mumbled. “How does having a tattoo separate you?”

CONNER❣️ “No just wanted to start a conversation see if I have the right number “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Oh okay “ CONNER❣️ “Anyway, good night see you in school “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Good night “

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

“I can’t. Only you can put an end to this. I can’t get involved. When I created all of you, I had to agree not to get in the middle of any wars that your kind might create. Other Gods thought that your kind shouldn’t exist. With all the other creatures, I thought that your kind would be the balance that would be needed.” I didn’t want to listen or watch, but then I felt more than heard someone yell out in pain. Turning my attention toward the sound, I saw Connor was falling to his knees with a massive dog latched onto his throat. He tried to fight it off, but he was no match when a moment later other dogs were piling on top of him and tearing him apart, limb from limb. “No!” Kierian let out

I approached Martha, our housekeeper, and inquired about Connor's whereabouts. "Connor is already sleeping, Madam," she informed me. With a heavy heart, I made my way upstairs to Connor's room. As I entered, my gaze fell upon his sleeping form. He was such a beautiful child, with his soft brown hair and delicate features. I approached him and gently kissed his forehead. Beside his bed, I noticed a drawing of an art. It depicted a family of three, their faces beaming with happiness. The sight of it stirred something within me, a bittersweet longing that had been dormant for so long.

I figured I'd finish my statement. "The day I knew I needed to escape, was the day I came upon a conversation between Loren and a man named Connor. I didn't see him, but he demanded that Kwen be his. He sees her as a weapon, one he wants to control. Loren sees her as an obstacle. She wants her to take what she has. She wants the power of a God." I said. The room felt heavy. "She's gonna do what she tried to do to me... she's gonna try and steal Kwen's power."

Maybe if you're good, I'll let you finish. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I'm frozen in place, my heart pounding, my mouth dry. I've never seen anything like this — the dominance, the control, the way he has her completely at his mercy. Connor was always so... boring. So vanilla. So utterly unaware of how to make a woman feel anything other than vaguely uncomfortable. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> This is something else entirely. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

' Conri said. 'Look, that is his mate. The Moon Goddess paired them because that is his preference. Don't shame him for that!' I scolded. Just because he doesn't roll that way doesn't mean he has to act rude. While I was arguing with Conri, Adam called in his mate. "Keenan, this is Kevin." He pointed to a tall, dark-skinned, red head of a man standing beside making his 5' 8 self look small. "How ya doin'?" Kevin said as he bowed. His Irish accent thick as he talked.

causing Connie to jerk her head toward Ariana, she whispers "I want to ask a favor, but I don't want you to be reminded of my cousin whenever I am around you." My adorable mate stands up and walks around Jeremy, pulling Connie into a hug she tells her "First of all, you are nothing like Sophie and please trust I only see YOU when you speak." "You are my third in command, please never be afraid to come to me with anything!" My chest swells with pride, the Goddess surely got it right when she chose my Ariana as the white wolf's vessel. Connie became animated, it was hilarious to watch! I look at Jeremy, laughing "She is as excitable as our Luna!" And Jeremy grins like a fool, saying..