Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

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.

Even though I was a star, in this agency, I was just starting at the bottom of a much bigger mountain. Connor smiled a secret, dangerous smile. He led me to the bedroom and tucked me in. "Sleep now. Forget the hunt outside. Let the jet lag pass. I’ll be back when the sun sets... consider this your day of peace." I held his hand, unwilling to let go just yet. "I’m fine, Connor. I’ve lived in the storm before." "I’ll have Jordan send the termination scroll to Nova Star today." "Okay," I whispered. But as he turned to leave, I gripped his hand tighter. "I want to see Xiner."

"So, we need to make a very slight distraction." "What kind of distraction?" "I will temporarily shut down the power inside. To do that, Mark must activate the interceptor device inside the resort's main server. After that, I will disable one of the exit doors for some time until you can come in," Connor finished while visualizing the whole plan.

is all I can respond with, before I feel exhaustion take me under. “Neil is going to pick up your work bag today so spend this morning chilling out. I have a meeting via video call but I will take it in my office.” Connor tells me while he is brushing his hair. I am still in bed at his request. I don’t think he realises I’m not the type to “relax” as such. “I am going to grab a shower in a minute but I really want to go for a run.” I look at him pleadingly.

Her short, dark brown hair tumbled free, and she let out a sigh of relief as she began to unwind. One of the first things on her agenda was her medication. Nysaa knew the importance of her pills, the small yet crucial lifelines that helped her cope with the trauma of her past. She popped a few of them into her mouth, washing them down with a sip of water. The routine was a reminder of her vulnerabilities, a tether to a past she wished she could forget.

A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a comfortable leather couch rested against the painted cinderblock wall. "You can sit down on the couch if you want, Megan, because I need to remove some of this heavy hockey gear before I start sweating through my clothes," Connor suggested politely, releasing my hand so he could walk over to his wooden locker. I walked over to the soft leather cushion and sat down carefully. I placed my canvas backpack on the floor near my feet and folded my hands neatly in my lap. I watched quietly while Connor unfastened the thick velcro straps of his black padded gloves. He pulled the heavy gloves off his hands and dropped them onto the floor with a

I snort. “It could,” Rolly says as he joins us. “My uncle Sean down near Boston has both a male mate and a female one.” “He has a special ability, though, doesn’t he,” Olivia asks. “Yeah, but…Oh, shit let’s change! We don’t want to be late! Family or not, your father despises tardiness,” Rolly says and rushes off to what I assume is a locker room. Olivia leads me to a second locker room and we change into training clothes. Cheri is there and glares at me, but doesn’t say anything until we are walking out.

I turned to see a group of my classmates, their faces flushed with drink and success. "The giant-slayer! Have you decided which corner office you’re taking yet?" "I’m taking the weekend off first," I laughed, feeling lighter than air. "I promised Lurii a trip to the coast. The career can wait until Monday." "I wouldn't be so sure about that," a voice cut through the chatter. The group parted, and the temperature in my immediate vicinity seemed to drop ten degrees. It wasn't Marcus. Standing there, leaning casually against a marble pillar with a glass of dark scotch in his hand, was Julian Vane.