Connor Macmanus Novels & Stories

He knew who this was, violating his woman, abusing and torturing her for over two months. “Conor,” he says through gritted teeth and the man on the screen stops his thrusts into Devyn. He turns to the screen and removed his mask, grinning and lifting Devyn up and throwing her to the ground before cutting the call. Dimitri looks at him with surprise, “You knew who that was?” he asks incredulously and Kieran turns on his heel, “My brother Conor, the one who was selling me out to Marcos Brago, he's currently excommunicated from Manhattan. Let’s go, I think I know where this is headed.” He says and Dimitri nods, leading the way. He couldn’t help but feel Dimitri’s eyes on him all the way, and ev

Aaron asks. “Hello, I am Doug Bohannon, and these are my brothers Sean and Zach. We are the owners of Bohannon Security and Technologies. We have recently been given a laptop that we found some interesting information on regarding your ex-wife Regina. We have the information here, and we would appreciate it if you and your sons would listen to it. After, we will answer any questions that the three of you have.” Doug says. “What has that evil bitch done now. She already ran our sister off.” Logan sneers.

“Wolf.” The man standing there was as tall as Ice, just as strong and broad, just as hardened. Wolf Connor was also one of the toughest sons-of-bitches that Ice had ever known – what the man lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in street smarts, and Ice had come to respect the brain under that mop of permanently-tousled dark hair.

Liam: “I used to be able to look you in the eye. I used to be able to understand what you were trying to say without you saying it, but I cannot do that anymore, Liam. I cannot find myself being able to look you in the eye and understanding anything that you're saying. Because I don't know whether or not you're telling me the truth. I don't know how deep your manipulation started running.” She said, looking away from me. “I can't do this anymore. I am trying to hold strong, but it is only for the sake of our daughter. But don't ask more of me because I cannot offer it.”

“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.”

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

They kicked back on after a few changes and he smiled at his progress, regardless of the sinking feeling stuck in his gut. The man who was struggling with the machine earlier smiled brightly and clapped his hand on Landon’s shoulder. “Hey, thanks, Hunter. I don’t know how you did that, but I’m grateful it worked.” Landon was taken back that the man knew his name. He must work closely with Vincent. “No worries. Just do me a favor and restart the machine once you’re all caught up again.” The man nodded quickly and held his hand out. “I’m Connor, by the way.”

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

As the waitress left to get their order, Ethan made to pull out his phone and text Lincoln, but then a figure across the restaurant hall caught his eye. He paused and squinted his eyes. A man was sitting a few tables away from them, he had a scar that ran down from his forehead, crossed his eyes and down to his cheekbone. Ethan's heart skipped three beats with horror, then began to pound, his eyes widening in recognition. The man sitting a few feet away from them… was Connor. Just then, Connor's eyes met his, and he literally jumped out of his skin. Those eyes… Those eyes that have been haunting him for the past decade…

I gasp " Congratulations Ms Brahms " I gushed out and smile. " Why thank you Callum. How was your summer ? " She asks as she arranges a few books on her table. " It was fun filled and very memorable " I say quickly with my eyes constantly glancing towards the guy who wouldn't raise his head up. I'm more curious now, Are you a robot mister? " Callum this is Liam, Liam Scott, " She says. Scott, is that British I spot, it had better be