Connor Macmanus Novels & Stories

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.

His voice boomed “Is this him? Is this Connor’s heir?” Clive stood and bowed his head and said, “Alpha Colin MacDonnell may I introduce to you Alpha Baylor Dunne.” I stood to shake his hand and greeted him with “Nice to meet you.” Alpha Colin nodded and said, “The honor is mine, your father and I were close friends for many years. Luna Freya and I miss the friendship we had with your parents. The Reed Moon Pack and Skatom Mochain Packs often interacted for celebrations,” he told me.

"Sir P…" "Shut up!" Connor barked. Glancing at the female with the most infuriated but indifferent expression he could possibly conjure on his chubby and food-stained face. "Don't you know you don't speak your master speaks? Of course. That's why you got her so cheap McAllen, this one's slow. They're all slow" he cackled, McAllen joining in. Just then, a figure walked in with a large mug of rum on the plastic tray he 'proudly' held. Still lost in the laughs and insults, Connor payed no attention to the man as he calmly dropped the mug of rum on the wooden table just in front him.

I wanted so much to say it out loud to him. Cornelius or Connor was the type of man I wanted to stay away from. To me he was like Justin, a man whose ego was bigger than the American continent itself and whose dick had pushed into more holes than a mole. To be clear, Connor might have had the looks, the lush brown hair, the dimple I had noticed he had today, the sharp jawline, the lickable body but still he was a player. A person who had broken so many women's hearts and I was not ready to be in that list.

If anything, this strengthens my resolve to push back against the Mitchells and whoever else might be behind this smear campaign. One thing stands out to me as I read further into the article—Connor. His name is mentioned, not just as a casualty in the crash, but specifically as my bodyguard. That detail is strange, and it bothers me. Connor’s role was something we kept quiet, especially since he was only recently hired and supposedly working for an agency that doesn’t even exist anymore. The article paints him as part of the crew, yet somehow, his real identity is exposed.

"I want to see your wolf. I've missed it so much.” Adonis sighed. His eyes were clouded with fear. “I don't know if that's a good idea. I haven't shifted in over a month now." I reached out, taking his hand in mine. "Don't be ashaned of your wold. It's a powerful creature that is a part of the man I love.” Then it dawned on me and I gasped. “If you haven't shifted and you haven't been taking your medication, doesn't that mean you're healed?"

Jen sat down and clenched her hands in her lap. “Have I done something wrong?” “You will have to speak out loud Jen, we are not all from the same pack here, but in answer to your question no, you haven’t done anything wrong.” Brother Andrew looked at Jen with kind eyes, she still looked tired and he knew Greta must still be suffering greatly. He introduced her to the assembled Reivers, Jen recognised Annie and Hugh, she had seen them going in and out of the Chapel. The big blonde wolf was Pete MacGregor, she had seen him with a human woman and what she presumed was their son going to the nursery. The big dark haired wolf was called Camron, she had never seen him before so Brother Andrew info

The man could easily hurt the whole pack and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, not unless we’re able to play him at his own game, which is something that we can’t do as he is an Elder Lycan while we are normal wolves, regardless of our ranking. “Katerina, do you trust me?” “With my life, obviously” I said without hesitation. “Then why are you doubting me now?” Nathan asked, shaking his head in confusion. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself down before laying my head on his chest, fisting his shirt as I did. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissing the crown of my head, he let his lips linger there for a second before pulling away, resting his cheek

There was a scream of pain from the other side as the wood splintered and cracked under the force. “What have we here?” Connery wondered aloud as he pulled the man out. It was not, as he had initially thought, Logan Wren, but rather the warlock, Aaron. “F-k man!” Aaron cupped his nose, blood streaming. “You f-king broke my nose.”

Low. Bastardly melodious. Unmistakably Irish. I step into the dim light, and there he is. Cormac Donnelly. The Irish Consigliere. He’s taller than I expected. Maybe six two. With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers.