Connor Lassiter Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and shouted in his ear, "Her heart is perfectly fine!" Too bad he could not hear me. The doctor froze, seemingly perplexed by that, but replied, "Ms. Clark's heart didn't seem to be affected by the incident." A smile finally broke out over Connor's face. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson." He shook hands with the doctor and bade him goodbye. I followed Connor into the room. That was my first time scrutinizing Connor up close. He was a finance consultant and earned a fierce reputation as Hawk-Eye and a steady fanbase due to his astute predictions.

he uttered before leaving the facility only five minutes after entering. James, who was already managing everything for Eros, groaned in irritation. He clenched his jaw before stomping his way to the laboratory. This should only take a few hours before the result shows. KEISHA stood by the window of her apartment, alone. The assassin she made an alliance with has already left but he will be back in a few hours… to execute their plans. She was feeling anxious if this would even work in her favor. Minutes turned to hours and he finally arrived again. "You look… beaten up," Daimon commented, looking at the way Keisha put on her makeup.

Cass raised an eyebrow and Sable blinked as if she had heard it wrong. “That’s…” Cass struggled to find the word. “Unexpected,” Nash finished for him. Sable nodded in agreement. Well, not quite the reaction I was hoping to get but it could have been a lot worse. “He’s the only one who cares for the people. Nash is an old acquaintance of his. I’ve also had enough time to understand how that man works. He’s the only good candidate for Neo Luna.” Sable eyed Cass while the man remained silent, brooding over the information.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily. Connor was just a harmless good-looking guy who seemed like he often got misjudged just because of how he looked. He lifted his wrist, pulling back his sleeve to reveal a smartwatch. “Oh, I've got to go.” He said, apologetically. I nodded. “It's no problem. I need to get back to my lodge too.” “Alright, Tallulah. I would've dropped you off but I didn't bring my ride.” I shook my head. “It's no problem. I'll be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Connor let out a heavy snort of disgust and forcefully crushed his cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray. He straightened his suit jacket. "Mortimer's wrath is far beyond my capability to handle. You two had better pray to the Moon Goddess that the bloodthirsty beast hasn't tracked that video back to our doorstep yet." Dropping that cold, brutal warning, Connor turned on his heel and strode out of the mansion without looking back. "Oh, honey! Connor! You can't just leave me here alone!" Seeing her husband completely wash his hands of the situation, Lillian stomped her feet in a panic, fresh tears rapidly streaming down her face.

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

“I need you to do something for me,” The person from the other line coughed, clearing his throat. “Yes, anything, Luna.” I nodded, pleased. “I want you to check the connection between Natalie and Mr. Connor.” “Mr. Connor?” “Yes. The former chief warrior who was elevated to the ranks of commanders.” I confirmed. “It’s simple and you should get it done. Find out the connection between Natalie and Connor.” “Is this in connection with the disappearance of the maid, Pyra Blackwood?”

Kayson had been eating downstairs, and he frowned at the sight of the chaotic mess in the projects department upon his return. He performed a mind expansion and swept the place. Soon afterward, his expression turned somber, and he made his way to the bleeding and unconscious Sean. Sean suffered a few broken ribs and some injuries to his internal organs. Kayson stabilized Sean’s condition and placed him on the sofa before returning to The Tetrad’s office. He found the arrogant-looking Connor and asked nonchalantly, “Was it you who damaged the office outside?” “You’re Kayson, huh?” Connor sized up Kayson, sniggered, and said, “I’m a level-1 member of Skyriv Admiralporium’s second division, Con