Conrad Fisher Novels & Stories

Lily lobbied relentlessly. Sora laughed softly. "We'll see about tomorrow. By the way, what's the deal with this new boss?" "We haven't dug up all the details yet, but apparently, his name is Julian. I heard he is ridiculously, drop-dead gorgeous—a total diamond bachelor!" Lily was already swooning, going into full fangirl mode. Sora fell dead silent for a moment. "Julian..." she murmured under her breath. Were all men named Julian just ridiculously, undeniably handsome?

“Man? hindering us? Okay, you are still confusing us here. Come out plain dude.” “A long time ago…” he started. “I think I will just grab some bloody wine to sit through this… and maybe some smoke too…sounds like it would be such a long story…” Fabiano stood and sauntered over to the fridge. He got back seconds later holding with him a pack of cigarette and a bottle of wine. “Okay, spill. I think I am ready for this blockbuster story you have here.” “You all think the werewolves are all dead just like they think of us but I tell you I know where they are…” he smirked, delighted with himself.

“Mr. Kessler, Mr. Schneider is here.” A thin smile stretched my lips. Punctual as always. “Send him in.” The door slid open silently. Conrad entered with the contained urgency of a man accustomed to delegating dirty tasks. His impeccable suit smelled of old money and disguised fear. He skipped the greetings. “Kessler. We need to talk about the prodigal son.” I gestured toward the Italian leather armchair opposite my desk. He ignored it, preferring to stand, his fingers nervously tapping the brushed steel surface.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Conrad replies. The way that Conrad is talking to his father, is the Conrad that I knew before. Before when he haven't ask me to be his temporary secretary yet. Befote when I also captured him just like his father. A businessman that only cares about his shiny reputation. Turns out, I'm wrong again. 'Cause this businessman, is also a stripper. A stripper that drives me so effin crazy.

"Has anyone ever told you that your pick-up lines are extremely outdated?" Ken’s men gasped, looking at Haley with newfound respect. Few women dared to talk to their boss that way. Fred stepped forward and barked, "You bitch, do you know who he is? He’s Ken Fisher, the eldest son of the Fisher family!" Haley raised an eyebrow. So this was the infamous Ken Fisher? Looking at his lecherous face, Haley couldn’t help but feel disappointed. "Oh, so you’re the eldest son of the Fisher family. I’ve met Zac Fisher before. He’s quite the gentleman. I thought you’d be even better, but..."

Our intima‍cy retu‍rne‍d naturally, not f​orced​, not desperate—just two people f⁠indi‌ng the‍ir way back to each othe⁠r, one nig⁠ht at a time. Jim⁠my sp‌ok‍e to HR and claime​d t​hat‍ what ha​ppened between him and Conrad had been a misunde⁠rstan‌ding. Somehow, miraculo‌usl​y, Conrad was​ rec‌ons⁠idered for the partnership⁠. ‌Then Sad‍ie’s bir‍thday⁠ came‌ around.

I never met this Connor guy but from just what I have heard here alone I have huge respect for him and how he treated Rosie. "He does... he did..." Tony tries to cover a growl with a cough, but he fails miserably and this has Rosie smiling. She places her hand on his chest and leans into him. "As I said earlier, Conner was like a brother to me, that was all." He nods giving her a gentle smile. "I know sweetheart. I didn't mean to growl. Zero is just being an asshole, ignore him!" Everyone in the room chuckles, including Rosie, before we sober up and come back to our reality.

"My Ex-Nelson was a leak in the system, Alpha. I just ensured the Elders saw where the water was going." Conrad walked over, leaning his hands on the desk as he looked at the scrolling alerts. A dark, appreciative glint appeared in his eyes. "Anonymous sabotage. You're becoming quite a lot to keep up with, Nadia. I almost feel sorry for him." "Don't," she said, standing up to face him. "He wanted to play in the big leagues. I just showed him what happens when you get caught out of position." Conrad reached out, his thumb grazing her jawline, his scent grounding her. "Your efficiency and sheer ruthlessness. You really are the only one who can keep up with me."

I just put the glass rim between my lips and sip while reconnecting the eye contact with Christopher. Even the drink’s taste escapes my taste buds. “You alone can be the therapy. What more do you need to say to heal a person?” Christopher mutters in his gaping voice as he balances on the counter as well. “How about you?” I ask. “I’m a hobby fisher.” Those came out randomly. Not what I expected to hear. Is there a thing as ‘a hobby fisher’? Scrutinizing his face, his expression doesn’t change. Not even a twitch. He’s not fucking joking.