Connor X Hank Novels & Stories

I’m pretty sure that Connor and ‘that Hacker kid’, are about the same age. “I’m happy for her and if Yorick is still there, he can keep an eye on her,” Henry says. “Mom and Dad might be there too. You know the Council is practically begging mom to come run a new state-of-the-art medical center at the Academy, right?” Connor asks. “Yes,” I say, just as Henry says, “No.” “How did you know?” he asks me. “How did you NOT know?” I ask him. “I’ve been a little distracted, I guess,” he says. “But I’m getting back on track now,” he says, kissing me again. I'm not sure if he just wants to touch me, or if he's needing the connection after almost losing his shit before.

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

Damien said, standing up and preparing himself for the encounter. Chris nodded with understanding, “Do you want me to come with you?” “Of course, you are my beta. Except he wants a one-on-one conversation with me.” Alpha Damien added as an afterthought. ****************** The two men stood facing each other for what seemed like hours, sizing each other up. Finally, the older man broke the spell and extended his hand for a handshake. “I don't know if you know me, but I am Mr. Hank, the father of your ex-wife Stephanie,” Hank introduced himself, his voice was steady but firm.

There was a hint of excitement in Connor's eyes. With The Dunes sealed, if the Richardsons wanted to expand domestically, they had to pay attention to their cooperation with the higher-ups. This banquet was undoubtedly crucial for Connor. However … He smirked murderously, "Don't you worry about that. Everyone's focused in the banquet hall right now. So, no one will come over." Hannah raised her eyebrows slightly. She just realized that it was quite late. Since her rebirth, she hadn't drank much. So, her tolerance for alcohol was not good.

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.

The dosage wasn’t nearly high enough to account for me being a werewolf. “Could I…” Sarael nervously covered her abdomen. “You and Uncle John have been having a lot of sex,” Hana shrugged. All three of us looked at her with a similar expression. “What? I’m twelve, and you’ve met my dad. You honestly think I don’t know about sex?” Hana rolled her eyes.