Connor Macmanus Novels & Stories

“Fuck. Fuck, shit and bollocks.” Concertinaed into the back of the Jag, my car was totalled. The Jag didn’t fare much better. I prised the driver’s door open, my palms clammy and my heart racing. In my wrecked car, Bella wailed, Harry chanted shit and bollocks and Isaac sat dazed, rubbing his neck. I walked to the side of the Jag. A giant man, no a God, definitely a God, stepped out of the expensive car. A well-fitted, high-quality suit covered his broad, muscular frame. His square shoulders were tight, his lush, soft lips pulled into a hard line. He examined the back of his car, shaking his head before locking his ice-blue eyes on me. My pussy clenched. I dug my nails into my fist, fighting

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

The man he shoved into the gym tossed back golden-brown hair and ran his hands down the lapels of his quilted navy-blue velvet smoking jacket, before adjusting the cuff links of his shirt over the cuff that he wore on his wrist as he dragged his eyes around the gym. “Who the f-k are you?” Jacob Revers exclaimed in surprise. The man looked more out of place amongst the denim and flannel of the pack and the harsh lines, concrete brick and metal of the gym than Rhett did. In fact, he looked as if he’d somehow fallen into reality from one of the period romances that Cameron’s mother had liked to watch. “Connery D’Espagnet,” he replied with pride. “I’m looking for a vampire.” “Well, there’s no va

"This is the drug he probably used on Canis so she couldn't fight back. Canis has obtained his voice recording, which must contain Mr. Houston's confession." Alpha Darren snickered. "You know, Fred killed someone else, a member of Pack Delonix. I was told by George. So he could have done anything to Canis. But I'm not saying this to make you panic even more, just that if you do catch him, don't hold back from teaching him a lesson. Don't back down just because of a sentence he said. Forget that he's a prosecutor." "I understand." ***** "Wait, what's going on? Where are you going, Darren?”

The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes. “Tonight, we will make it clear that crossing the line in my house is unacceptable. If you do, there will be consequences,” Dane addressed the crowd in a stern tone. Kendra gripped my hand tightly as if she knew I might do something reckless. “Catrina, your time here in the Red Moon pack is over, and now you will meet your creator.” Catrina wept as Dane spoke. I saw Dane’s biceps tense as he prepared to swing, so I quickly pulled my hand away from Kendra’s and sprinted toward Catrina at full speed.

Connor gives me a bewildered look and gazes back out the window in disbelief. “Who is Declan, Connor? Eddie Morano is a crazy asshole that everyone is scared of. How is it that this man comes along with a million-dollar car and kicks his ass without breaking a sweat? This is crazy.” I reply, holding my hands up in surrender. Connor shrugs his shoulders with a puzzled frown. “I asked him, but he wouldn’t answer. I mean, he had a military jacket in his file, which means he’s trained to kill people. Right?”

He has a point, but neither of them knows the truth. “Mr Mateo is around the early thirties when he decided to have Lincoln. Mrs Bridget also said to us that Connor’s mother is the youngest and she is an Irish. Connor is also a European like his oldest Brother, Lincoln.” Paul is ecstatic because of what he speculated with his friend. “Such a brilliant ass!” He keeps on messing the hair of Dylan. However, they must still investigate and wait for the decision of the CEO. Five in the afternoon strikes, but Connor Carter Vozinelik is not coming back after lunch. He didn’t have a meeting in the afternoon. It was unusual for the collateral husband.

The little fuck released her hand and glowered at me when I stepped closer. "Who is this person Danielle?" She looked at me as she stood and came over to my side. "This is Connor Robert." "Him? That's who you think you're going to marry? Your father will never allow you to marry this...this person." Twenty-five to life that's all I thought when I looked at him, so I tamped down on the anger and ignored his dumb ass. As long as he wasn't touching her anymore, the fucker could live. "I'll watch where I put my hands next time, boy. I'm not too jazzed about motherfuckers touching what's mine. This is your one and only warning."

"A better deal than we had with the Vincenzos. That’s all we’re asking for." Connor Marian was a well-known name in certain circles, an Irish drug dealer who had built his empire in the States, distributing for l'signor Della Notte. He was a man who had seen decades of deals, betrayals, and bloodshed. Beside him sat his son, Cillian Marian, a younger, far more dangerous version of his father.