Connor Lassiter Novels & Stories

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

"Let me get this straight, you fired my friends, who have been with the pack for their entire lives, to bring in a large family of bears, several of which have dealt drugs to our pups, and promoted one of them to the second top position in a wolf pack?" "Well, son, it sounds bad when you put it like that..." Luther was still talking when Connor ended the call. Maybe it was time he got his teeth stuck into a new project. Maybe he just needed a clean start? Whatever the reason, Connor walked out of his room in a daze. He moved down the hall until he reached the door on the end and knocked. When Damon answered a few moments later, Connor was ready for him. "Count me in." He said, solemnly shaki

Cassandra There was something horribly wrong with Connor. It wasn’t just because I couldn’t sense his wolf. He was distant, colder. Like hell I was going to let this go. I will find out. Connor steered through the bustling streets of Las Vegas, stopping near the hotel in a dark alleyway. The stench of urine and garbage wafted in through the vents. I willed myself not to be sick. Connor stayed stoically silent. I listened to the faint hum of the city outside. It had to be way past midnight, but the city still buzzed with life and flashing lights. We waited in awkward silence there for Ray to bring him a set of clothes from the suite.

A man like that needed to be stopped at all costs. “Did you limit your search to just America?” I asked. Connor was based in Austria, and there was probably a chance they would find something if they focused on Austria instead. “Of course not. My team did as much digging as they could, but Connor is clearly a smart man. For some reason, he managed to hide all past records of him, and those records can not be anything good.” Aaron answered, and I couldn’t hide the disappointed sigh that escaped my lips as I felt a headache creep onto my skull.

I kept looking around and realized those weren’t the only pictures of Connor I would see, there are more, amazed, I whispered to Lisa. “Does Connor model for the ACE’S?” I asked in a surprised tone. Lisa laughed for a while and then stopped “You really don’t know?” Lisa said. “Know what?” I asked, confused. “Mr. Connor owns ACE” Lisa answered. “What?!” I said, puzzled, almost screaming.

“Layla here thinks she’s a big shot now that the Alpha knows who she is. I and these kind gentlemen have decided to give her a reality check. That’s all.” The mention of Hector made me instinctively reach for the link between us, but I couldn’t feel it, which meant it had been suppressed by the drug. “You bastard,” Connor said without heat, grimacing slightly. He looked at me again, and I tried holding his gaze in that split second to plead with him, but he looked away with a slight head shake. “This wasn’t personal Layla,” he muttered, sticking his hands in his jean pockets without meeting my eyes as he slowly started to back out from the room.

She was even a strategic thinker which he found the sexiest part of all. He needed someone to connive with and that is what he wanted to do with his Luna. It’s not all sunshine and roses. It’s about wicked plans and ruthless deeds. “It’s time that you get dressed and leave,” said Connor, “we have much planning to do in the morning and I want you fresh and ready to go.”

Lisa saw me falter and immediately reached for the guard-links to call for an enforcement squad. Then, a heavy, black transport van pulled up directly to the stone steps of the studio, its windows dark as midnight. The door slid open, and Connor stepped out into the light of the torches. He didn't arrive with the golden chariots or the sports cars of an elite power; he arrived in a functional handler’s vehicle, perfectly aligned with his claimed role as my manager. He was telling the packs he wasn't buying my loyalty with gold; he was personally hunting for me.

Her legs are wobbling when seeing Connor because he cannot lay his eyes on her. “Peter, tell me what did I heard?” Her tears flow when begging to know the answer underlying beneath the words of her daughter. She is so inquisitive about their connection. “Beatrix….” Connor Vozinelik opens his heart and mouth. “I am not Peter. I am Connor…. Connor Carter Vozinelik.” She holds her mouth because he knew that name. “C-Connor?! The multi-billionaire r-retail tycoon?” her voice is stammering when asking.