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.

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.

AllOfYouAreLier: Boys, get back to Compound, and for God’s sake, don’t ask for a fight. GStringStealer: Hahaha… I don’t want to be left behind. Where? [1] NotHusbandMaterial: * Anger Emoticon * Anger Emoticon * Anger Emoticon * Devil Emoticon * Killing Emoticon * Killing Emoticon ChickMagnet: Connor Run… Run! Connor laughed, seeing his cell phone didn’t stop ringing. Jaxon’s name graces his cell phone screen, and without feeling guilty, he rejects every incoming call.

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.

I guessed that he wasn’t a part of this pack. I started walking around the room, touching all the surfaces that I could to see if I could get another vision. But nothing came to me. I didn’t see anything else. Which was a little upsetting. Until I finally came to a painting that was on the wall. I had seen that painting so many times and I hated it. It was a portrait of my father. Looking all tough and strong in a three-piece suit. I guess the perception that he gave to everyone, except me, and I grabbed the painting off the wall and threw it across the room where it smashed to pieces against the other wall. “Aurora.” Connor said.

“Guess what? I drew a picture for you today at school! It’s us together. Do you want to see it?” Celine’s heart ached as she took in the innocent joy in her son's eyes. She nodded, though her mind was still preoccupied with Franco. “I’d love to see it, Connor.” Connor eagerly pulled a drawing from his backpack and handed it to her. The crayon-drawn picture depicted a family scene: Celine, Connor, and Franco, all smiling together under a bright sun. It was simple but heartfelt. Celine’s throat tightened as she looked at the drawing. She forced herself to smile, but her emotions were a chaotic mess. “It’s beautiful, Connor. You did a great job.”

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.