Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

"Breathe, Ansel, just breathe. Here, take a swig of this," Connor handed Ansel a small flask. "Unless it's liquid Xanax, I don't know how it would help," Ansel said irritably. "It's whiskey. It'll work like a charm and ease your nerves. You'll see," Connor said and gave him a thumbs up. Bastard. Connor and Anya eloped, so he had no idea what it felt like standing around waiting for the bride, Ansel thought. It was absolutely nerve-racking.

"Let me get this straight, you fired my friends, who have been with the pack for their entire lives, to bring in a large family of bears, several of which have dealt drugs to our pups, and promoted one of them to the second top position in a wolf pack?" "Well, son, it sounds bad when you put it like that..." Luther was still talking when Connor ended the call. Maybe it was time he got his teeth stuck into a new project. Maybe he just needed a clean start? Whatever the reason, Connor walked out of his room in a daze. He moved down the hall until he reached the door on the end and knocked. When Damon answered a few moments later, Connor was ready for him. "Count me in." He said, solemnly shaki

I needed to fall in love again with the things I loved before everything became about him. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked up. Connor stood at the door, already halfway inside, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Hey, baby bro,” he said dramatically. “I just sent the last email to the other company. Can we leave now, please? I’m dying.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re always dying.” “Yes,” he agreed easily. “But today I’m dying professionally.” I shut down my computer and stood up.

There was a glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes, he seemed more relaxed, the tension in his jaw had slackened and his grin had widened, he stared down at his hand for a moment, onto his ring finger, unbridled by any woman. There wasn't a being on this earth that could tie down Warren Astor. "So tell me, Miss Ellis, do you have my money?" "No- but I-" He brushed off my words, "Yes, you told me you would have it tomorrow. But I'm afraid my patience has run out." He stood straighter, reaching into his pocket, "Which means you must repay me today in another way," I flushed and I didn't know what had overcome me but my tongue was tired of being bitten back, "I will not do anything-"

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

LUNA He removes his watch first. Then his tie. Then he tugs at his collar, undoing the first two buttons. His suit comes off next, and he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing those roping veins along his forearms. His forearms always look hot. I never knew I could be attracted to forearms until Sandro came into my life and apparently ruined my standards for every other man.

And frankly speaking I’d challenge him to a one-on-one fight, me vs him, Silva vs Sage if it wasn’t for the fact that he is allowed to feel the way he does. I already feel like shit. He must be feeling worse than shit. Connor grabs his shoulder kicking him out. “Get your head on right and when you are calm to talk about how our mate is going to fight this then you know where to find us. Otherwise? Take a walk. River wouldn’t want to see you like this” The irony isn’t lost that unhinged Connor is the one giving advice to the usually calm and collected Neo. Neo doesn’t fight. He scoffs. He walks away from the fight.

Then, “Oh, she’s a really nice girl, Aaron.” “She is. So you’ve told me the last few months.” Another pause. Then a sigh. “Don’t let the past ruin what you haven’t even let yourself want yet.” I didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. She knew me well enough to fill in the silence. We said goodbye. I tucked the phone away. The weight in my chest didn’t budge. Connor was still watching me. “What?” I asked. He shrugged. “You’re unraveling.” I scoffed, turning toward the car. “Hardly.”

I said, "how are you? How are things in Lewiston? Sigh. -Everything is perfect here. Peace is back with us. Hey, guess what? The lake is already thawing, here I am with Anne sitting on the dock," he explains. -I'd like to be there to see it," I say. -Wait a moment... -silence, he seems to be whispering with Anne-... I'm back. Connor, I'm going to hang up, I'll call you back in a second -and he cuts off without letting me say anything else.

Even virtually, doing our traditional Sunday flow together felt like a warm, protective shield against the chaos of campus life. ​"Alright, let's take a deep breath in," Mom's voice echoed through the speaker, crisp and deeply comforting. "And exhale. Now, Kelsey Elora... spill. I know that tight alignment anywhere. You're holding tension in your lower back, which means your brain is spiraling. What happened with Malik?" ​I let out a breathless laugh, shifting my weight into a low lunge. I hadn't been able to hide anything from her since I was seven years old.