Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

At the end of the day, he still has a history with my pack members, and if I am being honest with myself, I found Connor to be quite an interesting character. He is a lot like Aiden, just as strong-headed and strong-willed. The only difference is that Connor is not a royal. And I could see shades of my brother in him. “I should at least try to talk to him first”. I thought in my mind. Walking down the street with the night air frolicking on my skin, I began to think of the best way to get Johnathan out of his predicament when suddenly my fingers began to shake. The supermoon was messing with my powers again.

In conclusion, her chances were not good at all. Connor stood at the door. His muscular build and tall height put him well above the majority of people in the bar. He hadn’t yet looked her way. His wandering, studying eyes had his face turned towards a small table of noisy drunks in the back, but Mia knew it was him. Not only from his scent, but she could never forget that face. The head enforcer of Blue creek pack was one of those people a person just didn’t forget. Especially if they were on the run like her.

★★★★★ "Connor, oh my God!" Rebecca exclaimed, her face lighting up with pure excitement as a wide smile spread across her lips. Connor was Edward's brother, adopted by Elder Harrington when he was just a child. Rebecca had watched him grow up until one day, he was sent abroad for his studies and never returned. She had asked about him countless times, but Grandfather always dodged the question, leaving her wondering what had really happened. And now, here he was, standing right in front of her.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

the second boy replied before I noticed another boy walking into the room. He looked a lot like Tiernan and the boy in the picture he showed me of his family, but he wasn’t anywhere near as happy as the little boy in the picture. “That’s Nathan O’Connor. He’s a freak, and the rumor around town is that his Dad, Tiernan, took off for New York after he got out of the military, but he decided not to come home because of how much of a freak Nathan is.” Jordan sniggered.

There was a blank vacant stare in his eyes that just told him that this man had practically lived all his life in sadness and guilt and he had a feeling of what it was. "Okay, I don't think any introduction is required. Orlando, this is Russo and this is my boss, Connor. You must have seen him on t.v and in other places." Hans said. The big man only nodded and in that moment, Connor could have given anything to hear his voice. There was no need to sit since what they came to say was urgent and immediate. "Orlando, my name is Connor and I'm sure Hans must have briefed you but I need to save my son from Michael and I need your help." Connor said.

she asked, and then the CEO nodded accordingly. She laughs a little bit as she leads the way inside the little orphanage. Connor’s feet are cold when walking, so does his secretary. Paul remembers something out of the blue. They keep on passing at the little kids who are playing. “Sir, I am sorry. However, could I ask if you are the son of Mr Mateo?” Connor smiles. “Yes, I am sister…” he keeps on narrowing his eyes but the nun scoffs playfully. “Call me, sister joy,” she retorted when serving some lunch for them.

I wanted so much to say it out loud to him. Cornelius or Connor was the type of man I wanted to stay away from. To me he was like Justin, a man whose ego was bigger than the American continent itself and whose dick had pushed into more holes than a mole. To be clear, Connor might have had the looks, the lush brown hair, the dimple I had noticed he had today, the sharp jawline, the lickable body but still he was a player. A person who had broken so many women's hearts and I was not ready to be in that list.

Eren opens the fridge, takes out a bottle of coca cola and guzzles it up. "Um, I've never seen you before in this house." My teacher finally speaks out after staring at him for about one minute. He stops drinking and looks at us, his tongue quickly darting out to lick the liquid on his lips. "You're her boyfriend?" Mrs. Clara asks, her small lips thrusted out. Heat creeps up my neck. "N-no." I blurt out. "He is—" "I'm her sugar daddy." Eren declares. My eyes widen. What the hell?

His wife Althea was just as open to the idea, while all the other Lycans believed we should be beneath them. I smiled back. I turn to look at the man with him. He was quite good-looking with his blue eyes and black hair. He stood taller than me by a foot. Morpheus was easily 6’5 and 220 pounds but seemed like a teddy bear to anyone who knew him. “I’m Killian,” Killian said, holding his hand out. “Nice to see you again this time without the blonde attachment,” I say shaking his hand. “Well normally princess when you barge into someone’s house you walk into shit you don’t want to, you know.” He said fixing his tie.