Detroit Become Human Connor Fan Art Novels & Stories

"Let me get this straight, you fired my friends, who have been with the pack for their entire lives, to bring in a large family of bears, several of which have dealt drugs to our pups, and promoted one of them to the second top position in a wolf pack?" "Well, son, it sounds bad when you put it like that..." Luther was still talking when Connor ended the call. Maybe it was time he got his teeth stuck into a new project. Maybe he just needed a clean start? Whatever the reason, Connor walked out of his room in a daze. He moved down the hall until he reached the door on the end and knocked. When Damon answered a few moments later, Connor was ready for him. "Count me in." He said, solemnly shaki

He also had tattoos running along his biceps, decorating him like an artwork. I rolled my eyes as I searched for Conner. It could not have been that hard to spot an angsty stick figure with glasses, could it? I decided to message him to see if he was on his way, and his response shocked me to say the least.

asked Althea shocked. “Nile was my fake persona, I went to high school with her, My father was not allowing me to go as we have to hide the fact that we are Canis lupus, so I came with a plan, I made my fake identity,” said Connor while moving his finger in his blond hair. “Whoa, that’s enough family drama, now you are my grand uncle and grand friend too,” said Hazel who had just heard the last sentence.

‘Connor isn't worth it,’ I tried to tell myself, but it wasn’t easy to believe, because he’s someone I loved for four years of my life, a worthless piece of shit I’d given everything to. Large hands grab my face to stare into deep green eyes, immediately taking my mind off how I got myself in this situation and the disturbing and painful thoughts about Connor. He is a dark figure of a man, big and powerful, who I was scared to approach in the first place, because I thought he'd reject me before I got a word in, but to my surprise, he listened to me with a sexy smirk while sipping on his drink, then agreed to the dare with a dangerous smile that sent a sensation through my body. He is a man s

Upon reaching his final stop, he turned to me and added, "As you rightly put it, we can't use money. So we had to rely on humans and Megan has the connections. She was the only one in the pack who had attended a human college in the city." "I've read about them." Was all I could say. And with just a smile and nod from Cole, I felt that I had lost to Megan once again. Walking to the center of an empty concrete platform, I saw a familiar figure coming towards us and shrieked in surprise. I rushed forward to her as she had done to Cole when we first met, and greeted her, "Connie!" She held my hand as she had with Cole's and flashed her motherly smile, "Dove, how are you dear?" Her voice was lik

"It doesn't seem like it." "Come on, I know how it looks, but Adrian cares for her. The Madam is just unstable sometimes. They both went through a lot." "Is that how he painted the picture?" Connor's smile turned into a frown, and he glared at me. He would've looked intimidating if he wasn't a good foot shorter than me. As it was, he was just a mock copy of an angry chihuahua. "Look, I'm not your enemy. None of us are. You're going to become a part of our pack soon. Don't pick up fights, especially ones you can't win. Okay, okay?"

He placed a kiss on my temple and said, "No problem. I can't wait to introduce you to our pack." "Do they happen to like blonde ex-witches?" "They will learn to." Connor pulled up in front of his newly built home. It was a replica of the former destroyed by that demon. Connor climbed out and stretched yawning. As the sun descended, few streams of ray made the ends of mahogany hair shine like burnished copper. An excited breath caught in my throat, then my mouth watered. The pulse between my legs twitched awake. Was he purposely seducing me? "We seriously need to talk about me being the designated driver," he said, a small frown on his handsome face.

"Grace, he's going to be okay. They're going to get him out, eliminate Marcus and Elena, and he'll come home complaining about silver wounds and demanding you show him your latest painting." "Yeah." I could breathe again. Could think past the panic that had consumed me for seven days. "Connor, I need—I need to paint something. For when he gets back. Something that shows—" "Shows what?" "Shows that family is worth coming home to. That fifteen years of being Uncle Cas matters. That—" I stopped. "That he's not alone. Even when hunting extremists in Chicago. He's not alone because we're here waiting for him." "That's perfect." Connor kissed my forehead. "Paint that. I'll get you food and coffee

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

he said, walking around. I became uncomfortable in his presence. Why was he walking around? Did Damian send him to spy on me? I turned to the mirror immediately to check my appearance. I was still looking like Anne. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him. "I'm sorry I was not able to introduce myself earlier. My name is Connor and I am the Delta of this pack," he stretched forth his hand for a handshake. I wrapped my arms around my chest, showing him I was not interested in getting to know him. But I had forgotten that the nightwear I wore was a little thin and as I wrapped my arms, it made my nipples harden.