Detroit Become Human Connor Fan Art Novels & Stories

My class group had chosen to represent "The Faces of Independence." It was a mural-style painting they had done together, showing a blend of modern-day heroes and historical figures. Connie's section of the artwork stood out so sharply from the rest, I could already notice all eyes on him. God damn it, I should not feel proud of him… Where the others painted flags and leaders, Connie had drawn a woman—half her face hidden in something like a shadow, the other half cracked. Chains ran down her shoulders, but in the background, there was a sun… barely peeking over a wall. It was not that pretty and perfect, but God, I loved the symbolism.

Connor made a cruel face spitting at the ground in front of Pete’s feet, “We are not family just people that live in the same house” Ethan looked at Connor with sympathy in his eyes. Ethan looked at him and felt a twinge of sorrow for the kid, maybe he was not as bad as Ethan had thought him to be. But looking at him more closely Ethan flashed his eyes shifted to a glowing red color as his face morphed into that of a wolf. “Is that why you didn't come home last night,” Ethan questioned sharply; his left brow cocked upwards as his lips were pulled into a grim line. Connor laughed as he turned to look at Pete, his face taunting and smug.

“Your face is perfect.” I knocked on 405, and then before I could think too hard about running in the other direction, the door opened. And then I came face-to-face with the man who’d given me half of my DNA but who’d never even met me. We assessed each other in silence. The photos I’d seen of Connor Gallagher had been over twenty years old, and the lines on his face and his receding hairline showed his age. Despite that, he looked so much like Liam that I struggled to find words.

Selena exclaimed in the and leaned back on the couch in frustration. On the other hand, Diana was done bandaging Connor. He thanked her with a sweet smile and she just nodded at him with a soft smile. "Ok, here's the sketch." Colton said and passed a file with a sketch to him. Everyone looked at Connor to see if he could recognise the man or not. Connor looked at the sketch with widened eyes. "Oh, God! It's the same man! He was wearing this same cap and mask to hide his face! It's the same man!" Connor confirmed in shock.

“Oh hey.” Flannel Guy looked me up and down, easy smile faltering just a fraction. He knew who I was. Everyone did. The recognition flickered across his face half admiration, half wariness. “This is Connor,” Eli said quickly, like he was trying to defuse something before it ignited. “He’s in my Romanticism seminar. Connor, this is Dante my roommate.” Connor stuck out a hand. “Big game today, man. Sick throws. That forty-yard dime in the fourth? Insane.”

Chris was still not convinced so Liam desperately says " Don't be so stubborn Chris, can't you even act for a few days for our future kids?" At this point, Conan who was silent for a long time gets frustrated with his human and takes control. Liam sees Chris deep brown eyes turning pitch black and hears Conan growl and say " Ignore this human, I will not allow anyone to get in the way of me having my pups, be it, my human or my mate."

Connell glared at Alex, wishing he had daggers to toss at the man. “The Shifters have a bigger problem than they know.” The Beta looked at Connell with a smile. Alex looked at him like he had lost his mind. Connell grunted, then grabbed his shirt. He went to put it on, but stopped. The brand was still too new; he needed to let it heal a bit more. He walked out of the trees, walking toward the houses that were hidden by the forest. Many of the women watched as Connell walked toward his house. His muscled chest had tattoos that covered his pecs, then went down his arms like sleeves. Most of his art told a story about his life. The one that said mom was about the love he had for his mom. She ha

Zane's POV The drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community. It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.

"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

Dante commented as he looked down at the picture Cane passed to him. "Are you sure this is our guy?" He asked Connor, and the man nodded his head. "That's him, alright. A bit younger and less scars on his face, but that is definitely him." Connor replied. "Alright then. Tell me he's in town too so I can go pay him a visit." Dante commented as he passed the picture back to me. "Unfortunately, no. He's not here." Connor replied. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." I said as I looked at Connor. "Where can I find Victor and the rest of the Vipers?" I asked him.