Connor X Reader Novels & Stories

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Vampire years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Anastasia over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack." "You are a bunch of muts?" "Ha! I see that my dear Sebastian still likes to refer to our kind as a bunch of muts."

I hissed at him. Connor turned to me slowly. “I said, The Faction shouldn’t have women, you’re too emotional.” “Fucker!” I leapt across the desk in front of me and put Connor in a headlock. He beat against my arms to release him. But I wasn’t going to, I wanted to cut off all oxygen and waste this worthless piece of shit. “You think you’re better than me? Maybe if you had half as many kills as I have, you might reach my level.” I tightened my grip. His skin was turning red, then had a tinge of blue.

But I’m too busy replaying it in my mind—the lazy slouch against the wall, the way his messy brown hair kept falling into his eyes, those eyes sharp and reckless and hungry when they landed on me. The way he said “Hater,” like he was tasting it for the first time. Simone opens her mouth for another snarky comment, but she doesn’t get the chance. Across the living room, in the swirl of bodies and bad decisions, Connor is watching me. There’s a cocky half-grin tugging at his mouth as he jerks his chin at the stairs—a wordless, arrogant summons. My pulse stutters, “yes” already blooming in my chest.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His eyes sparkled like an eager puppy wanting a pat. "I work at my family's company, love racing, don't smoke, drink, or gamble. No messy romantic past either. Selena, is there anything else you'd like to know? Even if it's something more private, I'm open." He shifted closer and closer, but a voice suddenly called out. "What are you two doing?" Snapping out of it, I quickly pulled away, only to see Connor standing there with Vanessa Kruger.

He quickly flipped her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. *** “Your reaction will further erode Anton’s trust in us,” Alex said. “He already has some idea that you’re no less powerful than him in man force.” “My reaction was less expected of me after what that bitch did to my girl. I would’ve strangled her to death the moment she said brothel!” Connor took a drag of his cigarette. “We underestimated Serena. She has more men working undercover for her than we know.” Alex stood by the window and stared at him.

“Hell no. Are you crazy? Jax is gonna murder you.” Nora whirled on Connor, glare sharp even though her pulse was still hammering from Drew’s kiss. “It’s none of his business—” But Connor’s face was right there. Close enough that she could see a faint scar through one eyebrow, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, the heat in those blue eyes that had gone dark and hungry. He smelled like cedar and adrenaline and something that made her stomach flip.

I reach up to press my fingers against the corner of my mouth and pull them back to see a few drops of blood on my fingertips. “I know you’re all fucked in the head right now and everything is a mess but once you’re back to normal, you’re going to hate yourself for saying that shit about Faythe.” Connor snarls at me as he grabs me by the throat and slams me hard into the wall next to the door. “She’s much more than just a breeder. I want to tell you everything but Starling thinks it will make the witch’s spell worse so for now, I’m just going to say this—" he leans in close so his lips are practically brushing my nose. “Faythe is everything to you. She’s the kind of she-wolf you defy your Be

Ryan asked and Connor scoffed. "I am off to my room." He said and Ryan snorted. "Sleep tight." He said through the mind link. Connor pulled off his shirt and slumped down on the bed. He covered his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to pin point what was baffling him exactly. What was it? What was it? What was... That back? He does not know why he felt weird while informing the pack of their new Luna. It was as if he was doing to the wrong thing.

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

Just then, Connor walks in and stops by the door. He look around the room.. how it's suddenly in a messy within seconds... He whistles and walks in, trying his best to avoid the broken glasses. "Xander, are you ok?" He asked even though he clearly knows what the answer is. "No! I'm not ok! I feel my so suffocated!" Xander snaps. He clenched his jaw and balled his fist.. he glares at Connor as if Connor offended him. "Who does he think he is?! Getting all cozy with my mate?! Huh?!"