Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

Connor reached into the fridge and picked out a chilled bottle of water then pressed it against his face to reduce the swell. Distraught, I picked myself a bottle and uncapped it. Taking a swig, I gulped it down with great difficulty. I could not help worrying about meeting the council in the morning. Tomorrow was meant to be the night i returned home without drawing my father's suspicion and lying to Commander Turner about meeting my uncle. Tomorrow was going to be the last day of the festival celebration. When I woke in the morning, I found myself lying in Connor's strong embrace. He pressed a chaste kiss on my head. I laced my fingers with his, finding great comfort in his warmth.

I didn’t know it was possible for a man to look both cold and hot at the same time, but somehow he managed it as for a brief moment our gazes connected and he raised a single, judgmental eyebrow. An involuntary shiver rolled through my body from the top of my head to the edge of my toes, distracting me for a second as I stood there, open-mouthed with shock. “Good morning,” Connor pressed his lips into a thin smile as he shifted his gaze downward to scroll through the news on his tablet. “Don’t forget to eat some protein this morning. Your body needs it to rebuild after such a rough day.” The way he said those words was so dismissive…so arrogant…so…. condescending that I wanted to march acros

Right now, there is just a slight stiffness in my wrist when I move it around. For the past three years, I have not been able I have not been able to sleep properly and normally a nice sparring section with Luke and a long run in wolf form would help me blow off steam and calm my wolf for a bit but today, the uneasiness only grows as the hour passes. I sigh and try to concentrate on the account books, but the numbers just blur in front of my eyes. I put the account books aside and start messaging my wrist when I'm consumed by an array of emotions that I know instinctively doesn't belong to me.

He said “One!” There was the sound of branches bending and creaking. “Two!” A little thump as Olivia hit the ground in a run. Alexander said in a muffled laugh. “Three!” Shaking his head he took his time in following her. He wanted her to have some time to think about what she had done and what her discipline would de.

I guess I should have talked to Trisha more about what happened with her when she met her mates for the first time, or I could have had this conversation with Mom before I left. Of course, who knew I’d be finding my mate at Green Mountain University? And it’s such a coincidence that he’s even here right now. He’s not a student, and he’s not connected in any way to the school, except for one vague mention about having good friends who work here. It’s odd, the way he said it. Connor is so outgoing, I’d categorize him as a complete extrovert. He thrives on conversation and seems to come alive in a crowd. But when he mentioned his friend here, he seemed hesitant to even talk about him.

He said as he handed me one. "Thank you." I tucked my phone in my bag, flashing him a smile. When I closed from work today, Connor came into my office and just casually initiated conversation. Apparently, he sensed that I was distracted and not really in the best of moods so he suggested we go somewhere to just hang out and unwind. At first, I was adamant about it but his offer seemed genuine and what's the harm? I'd take anything that'd distract me from being alone with my thoughts at this point.

The silence in Connor’s mountain cabin was a heavy, familiar thing, a blanket he’d worn for five long years. It was a self-imposed penance, woven from grief and the sharp, shattered memory of a bond severed too soon. He was Alpha of the Blackwood Pack in name only, a ruler who led from the shadows of his own solitude. He’d sworn an oath of celibacy, not as a mere promise, but as a wall built around the ruins of his heart.

Penelope said as she told her seat at the dinning. "Jeez Mom, relax, it's just an harmless greeting," she murmured. "Whatever," "Hey keep your voices down, I'm trying to watch the news," Marshall hushed as he pointed towards the TV. "Canadian successful Entrepreneur who has been anonymous for quite sometime now, has finally moved into Los Angeles to invest," The news caster said begining another headline "Although, it's not sure yet, but we have rumors from a quite reliable source that she would be looking to invest in Wilson Corporation," the newscaster continued

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.

Connor was enraptured by the crystals and what they’d managed to pull off with them. Greyson hands him one to try his own magic with, they had plenty at the moment, and they know where they can get more. Connor’s also a Totem-Witch, and he specialises in glamours that people could wear. He pulls out his own Witching-Bag and starts working quietly while Serena looks at him, her head titled. Greyson sidles up to her and sits.