Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

After that phone call, I heard nothing more from Connor. An investigation revealed he'd been detained for drunk driving. Still recovering from the miscarriage, I spent my days resting at home until a friend invited me to her newly opened winery to unwind. "I told you Connor has that slimy, untrustworthy look. He was never good enough for you. Anyway, forget him. I've got a sweet new guy to introduce to you…" Her chattering eased my mood. I found myself relaxing a little until a familiar figure entered my view.

The looks she didn’t bother to hide. It started after the last fight. “Damien.” Miriam reached for her juice. “Please don’t start.” “I’m just saying—” “I honestly don’t want to talk about you and Emily right now.” She looked at him. “Not today.” He held his hands up. Fair enough. He undressed and walked toward the bathroom. She had watched him undress without meaning to. He stepped out a few minutes later, towel in hand, running it over his arms and chest like he noticed she was watching.

A break in their defences, a way to cause friction between them and Red Dawn, anything to act in their favour when it came to war. Connor moved against the flow of wolves, heading back to the centre of the pack. Though he remained alert of every glance thrown his way or any footstep shadowing his, he was left alone. The freedom was appreciated but he couldn’t help but feel unnerved by it. It was odd. He was a potential enemy to their pack and shouldn’t be left to roam freely. They certainly wouldn’t be given the same liberties if they visited Silver Night. Though it was strange, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away and continued on, though he kept his senses alert and ready.

“You don’t play fair.” Right then, it stopped. Just like that. Silence. The sudden absence of sensation was almost painful. I was breathless, trembling, skin damp with sweat. The rest of the stream kept going—people typing, tipping, shouting. I barely noticed. Then my phone lit up. A message. Obsidian: Touch yourself, Luna. But don’t come until I say. I stared. He’d never messaged me before. My heart skipped. My hand shook. Slowly, I slid one hand down my belly, pushing the lace aside, while the other hovered over the keyboard.

I rolled my eyes and shouted in his ear, "Her heart is perfectly fine!" Too bad he could not hear me. The doctor froze, seemingly perplexed by that, but replied, "Ms. Clark's heart didn't seem to be affected by the incident." A smile finally broke out over Connor's face. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson." He shook hands with the doctor and bade him goodbye. I followed Connor into the room. That was my first time scrutinizing Connor up close. He was a finance consultant and earned a fierce reputation as Hawk-Eye and a steady fanbase due to his astute predictions.

I have to stop myself from swallowing my tongue as my eyes drink in his sinewy pectorals and chiseled abs. “Come here and have some coffee, April. We have a couple of things to talk about.” Connor mutters and takes a sip of his coffee. Brow furrowed, I accept a cup and sit next to him. Taking a sip, I groan at the delicious taste. After a moment, I rest the cup on the counter and look at him. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” Connor quirks a brow and takes a deep breath. Connor nods. “While you rested, I researched the names on your list.”

You know, the one where Ansel got to shower with an alcoholic beverage and his pride turned into dust? I put on a cute floral bikini and got ready for the day. I've been looking forward to relaxing. "Are you ready?" Connor came out of the bathroom and asked. He had changed into his swim shorts and didn't put on a shirt. "Mhm," I mumbled and stared at his chest. I have a problem for sure. "Would you mind making these tighter?" I pointed at my bikini strings. Connor moved closer and untied the strings but paused before tying them back. He let them fall off his fingers. I gasped and quickly grabbed the top before it fell. "Hey!"

"Do it without alerting anyone." Amy moved quickly. By that same afternoon, she returned with news. She had found a witch named Serena. According to her, she could brew a potion that would break the mate bond. But it would take three days. After hearing this, Yuna slowly lifted her hand and touched the mark on the side of her neck. It was the mark Damon had bitten into her all those years ago, the spot where their bond had been strongest, etched deep into her very bones. "Three days is enough."

He couldn't be angry with her even if he wanted to. "Really ?" "Well, the Alpha is certainly exaggerating my abilities. I just try to be useful to the pack." Dr Connery replied. After everyone left Dr Dylan Connery took several deep breathes and closed his eyes emptying his mind of the usual day-to-day issues and problems that exist in one's conscience. Once his mind was an open field, he unlocked himself, embracing the psychic current that flowed around all living things. He could sense her, the dark-haired woman with amber eyes.

Enter Fuck Buddy #5, who was due to come over that night. With the last pile of laundry folded, I decide to slip into a brand-new set of lace underwear I had recently acquired. Just then, a knock at the door interrupts me. Through the window, I spot Connor. He's a straight-A student and the captain of the UP men's soccer team, a compact bundle of energy. "Hey, Connor."