Connor Kenway Fanart Novels & Stories

The day had been long, and the night promised to be longer. Cord was the main attraction; he and the female that was caught between shooting daggers at him with her eyes and mooning over him, that shit was making my teeth hurt. The kid had proven himself to be more of a bottomless pit than Ty by eating me out of house and home all afternoon, while the women fawned all over him like he was three. Connor was understandably preoccupied with his woman and their unborn child, and we'd already had a meeting, all of us, about the need to protect them at all cost.

He comes closer to his ear—crouching his tall slender body. He could smell his drunk breathe, but his voice is so sexy as his body. “I want you, instead. I know you like me too—“ With the quick impulse of Paul; he stops his mouth from biting his reddish ear tip. The blood if flowing upwards, making his face reddish too. Connor shrugs his shoulder then sees his leaving the pent house. He even chuckles in his own alluring figure. Connor is undeniably handsome—as his masculinity is softer than his brothers.

Ken will come too and he will get you and Konan a tub of ice cream. "Ooh, Ice cream for Koniee... So, I'm right about Kenny. I think, he has a crush on Koniee..." I smiled. Well, Kenny is a great guy and he's one of our childhood best friend too. He's hot and definitely Koniee's type, I guess. [ I know he has. He always talks about Konan--hey is Konan listening?! ] "He's here. Don't worry, he's sleeping. Your secret is safe..." I mutter as a chuckle escapes from my lips that I'm sure he heard.

She will have to touch him to pull away and get up. Selene's eyes move to her mate's bare chest. Connor has a massive chest, practically twice her size, covered in red hair that she wants more than anything to tangle her fingers in and play with. On his right shoulder, he has an elemental fire tattoo and above it, the face of a wolf that she imagines is his beast. Is he holding her against his body while naked? Selene bites her lower lip, she can feel she is wearing her pajamas, but him, is he completely naked?

cheered the Snowden warriors, their faces lighting up with hope. The woman, cold and stunningly beautiful, held a white iron fan. With swift, deadly strikes, she dispatched several of the meteorite-powered superhumans, securing the area with ease. Lady Glacier, also known as Connie Kellan, was a revered figure in Snowden, though no one dared to pursue her. "What's going on?" Connie's voice was as cold as her expression, emotionless. "We're not sure, but it seems connected to Wyverna," replied a warrior holding an ax, his head lowered in deference, unable to meet Connie's icy gaze.

Ryan said. “I don’t know, brother. Connor is very talkative. I’m not sure he’d make it as a Gamma in our pack,” Reid said. “Stop being mean,” Jane said. “Thank you, Jane. I always knew I was your favourite,” Connor said and shifted closer to her. “We do need a chauffeur,” Ryan said and chuckled. “Really, Jenner? You’d get rid of me just like that?” “Dude, you want to reproduce our sex noises,” Freya said and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.