Connor Stoll Novels & Stories

Anything was better than being trapped in the Adams’ mansion. If she had the choice, she would stay here forever. “Hi, Emily.” She stopped in her tracks. The voice was familiar, friendly, yet distant enough to make her hesitate. She turned slowly and met the gaze of the young man before her. Recognition flickered at the edges of her memory. He looked familiar, but his name remained just out of reach. “Ah… sorry for the interruption. I’m Stanley Connor.” His smile was warm but uncertain. “I’m one of Brian’s basketball teammates. Do you remember me?”

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 40 DYLAN Cohen steps backward. Connor Vozinelik is so happy when seeing him so tense; the amber-colored eyes of this pretty young reluctant secretary are so hypnotizing. Dylan got out from his touch as he feels the wall. "Y-You are crazy—" his stuttering words are interrupted by the extended index finger of this executive. Connor chuckles with an evil tone, "yes, and I am … do you know who is the collateral?"

That look was quickly replaced with a smile that was wide enough to cause crinkles by his eyes. "Grace!" He exclaimed quite excitedly. I smiled, "Hey Connor." Connor Bolton. Connor had one of the most alluring auras I had ever felt radiate off a person. His hair was of a light brown colour and so were his beards which were always well groomed on his face. His eyes were forest green and his nose was perfectly structured. He was taller than I was by a few inches and he always smelled fresh and inviting. Connor was one of the first friends I made when I arrived at Spring. Although he held a work position which was much more superior to mine, he was always so kind and nice to me and I particular

"Poor baby. Well, listen, I need to show you my new guy. He’s gorgeous, Danny. A total catch." He turned the phone, the camera swinging around to a guy sitting on the edge of a bed, pulling on a shirt. "Hello, Danny?" the guy said. I froze. The voice. The jawline. The way his eyes looked like they were constantly calculating the price of everything in the room. It finally clicked. This was the guy from the club bathroom. The guy who had looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe while he screamed at Noah. "My name is Connor," he said, giving the camera a slow, knowing smirk.

“I already have a plan. Just play along tomorrow and you will get ten million after this is done.” Connor tapped his chest confidently and said, “Mr. Stormbrew, don’t you worry. I will do my best to support you.” After hanging up the phone, Connor called his friend. “Hello? Let’s grab a beer at our usual place.” … Half an hour later, Connor finally met up with his friend, Jamire Ringstone! They sat down and had a couple of glasses before they started to blabber about nonsense. Then, Connor mentioned what happened earlier today. “Jamire, I bet you’ve seen a lot of powerful men after staying in Sumeria for so long.”

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

Mira: I sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit trees that stretched toward the mountains. My reflection stared back at me, the curve of my bare shoulder, the darkness in my own eyes. Elijah was sitting beside me with a cigarette between his fingers, watching me in silence. “I believe that you are rarely ever here to pout. And that is all you’ve been doing since you got here.” He said casually. “He’s slipping away from me,” I said quietly. “He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.”

Full on pounding like they were trying to wake the whole floor. I groaned, rolled over, stumbled to the door in my underwear. Peered through the peephole. Connor. Fuck. Connor was our ace pitcher. 6 '4 " easy, shoulders that looked like they could bench a truck, arms thick from years of throwing heat. Legs like tree trunks, chest that filled out every team shirt until the fabric looked painted on. The dude lived in the weight room. Protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, dinner. Everyone called him Captain Protein behind his back, but to his face it was just Connor or Connie. He was the guy who carried the vibe on the team, always laughing loudest, always ready with a dumb one liner. Right now

"Well, I need to make a visit to Mr. Connor's office. He wants to speak to me about something. You guys weren't picking up your phones, so I thought to come and inform you." Emily had a sly smirk. "The good girl already caused trouble. How shameful !!!." "Hey, I haven't done anything yet. Maybe it's related to the entrance assignments.... well, atleast I hope it is." Miranda frowned."So you are joining us for the game right ?" "Of course, I'll join you guys in the field." Agreeing, they both settled down as the blue sedan sped off the premises. I walked back towards the building. Mr. Connor was our Aesthetic Arts 's Professor. A tall man with a chiseled jaw, jet-black hair. He was quite comp

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.