Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

Then he turned and followed Harlow down the stairs. The group dissolved immediately. Sean and Hori peeled off first. Cole disappeared around the corner. Mira had already ceased to exist in the corridor by the time I looked for her. Connie was two steps behind me, still damp. Hair drying at the edges. I pushed the door open and went in. The room was dark. Connie dropped onto her bed, was quiet for approximately forty seconds and then her breathing slowed into sleep like she'd simply decided to be unconscious and her body had cooperated immediately.

Connie smirked, then turned around and stared around the house, “Did that stupid father of yours finally pass away? That's such a relief. I hated that man.” “Connor, please! I beg of you, leave!” Lucas pleaded. “Alright, I will leave.” Connie stated, “But first, you'll have to give me your razor. As you can see, I really need to shave, and a change of clothes, and food and money.” “You're a fugitive. I can't help a fugitive!” Connor's jaw tightened as he glared at Lucas, something deadly flickering across his creepy-looking eyes. “Alright, fine.” Lucas finally said, knowing that nothing good would come out of antagonizing Connor, eager to get him out of here. “The bathroom is that way.” He p

I said, looking down at Leonardo. "Why not?" Connor asked, "I made sure he won't wake up for at least three hours." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Connor, what the fuck did you do?" I asked deeply. "Made sure something was slipped in his drinks," he replied, "Don't worry. He'll live." His weird mood, the unconsciousness... it all added up. "You drugged my mate?!" I hissed. "Why do you care? He treats you like shit and this is your chance for freedom," Connor said, taking my wrist, "But if we miss the bus we're fucked so let's go."

Evelyn arrived just after eight, coat already on, hair immaculate, eyes sharp. “You’re not going alone,” she said, not asking. Melissa poured coffee. “I didn’t say I was.” Evelyn nodded once. “Good.” She slid a thin folder across the table. “We pulled everything we could overnight. Connor Holdings is bleeding quietly. Tyrone masked it well, but his offshore links are unraveling. He’s desperate.” Melissa opened the folder, scanning fast. “Desperate men take risks.” “And hurt people,” Evelyn added. Melissa looked up. “He already has.”

He did not need anyone to tell him that the troublemaker has done something again to make Carolina so angry but no matter how much he thought of it, nothing was forthcoming. Connor was beginning to get a headache from thinking too much about the reason why Carolina was so angry with him. He resolved within himself to put an end to Mirabel's chapter soon and cut off any kind of connection with her. He would make sure she stays away from his family so that she would not disturb them again. He knew he couldn't achieve this aim on his own and so he reached out to his friend, Hardulph for help Hardulph wondered why Connor suddenly called him since he was not expecting his calls. His mind wandered

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

"You gave her something really huge last year And this year that you're meant to step up your game, you plan to present just flowers? I would be very pissed if that happened to me." "There's no point discussing this." He mumbled, ending the call.. Connor placed his phone on the nightstand after which he made his way to the closet to find something to wear. He settled for a sweatpant, then went back to the room. As much as the aroma of the food was really tempting, He was too angry to open his mouth to put something in his stomach. He helped himself with the mug of coffee on the tray and made his way towards the desk area of his room. His ass was about to hit the chair when the sound of his p

Connor interrupted the butler sharply, “Carl, get me a flight ticket to Richworth. I need to swing down there for a bit.” “Understood.” Carl did as he was told and got the flight ticket as requested. Shortly after that, the phone in the living room rang again. He promptly answered and had a brief exchange with the caller before bringing the phone to Connor. “Sir, it’s Mr. Adam.” Connor considered for a moment and decided to dismiss the call. He instructed Carl curtly, “Just tell him I’m not feeling well and can’t come to the phone right now. Also, tell him that he’s going to have to hold off on the joint project for now.”

He felt like he had lost everything in the world. It was impossible. Willow would never leave him so easily. They had set a date to go to the amusement park together. Feeling uneasy, Connor contacted his executive assistant, Kieran Grace. “Book me a seat on the earliest flight to Hurac tomorrow!” “But sir, Mr. Gordon has asked you to go home to discuss the matter of your engagement with Wendy Lidell. I’m sure his bodyguards are already on the way to you.” Connor simply hung up. He frantically sped to Willow’s apartment.

Connor said, his voice a low, tired rumble. “When are you coming home?” “After I finish the parley with a few more lords.” “I miss you,” I whispered. I was terrified of distracting him, but the truth spilled out. There was a long silence. Then I heard him instruct Jordan to book a flight and hand the rest over to Asa. Connor moved like a storm. After securing the Northern production, he had funded the project himself, ousted the traitors, and issued legal challenges to everyone involved in the explosion. A few hours later, I got a call from Lisa. “Big Boss, you are a total distraction to Ava.”