Novel & Cerita Enoch O Connor

I ask looking to Killian. “I just took over sweet cheeks, and our rosters are sort of, um off.” He answered rubbing the back of his neck. “Off?” I ask raising my eyebrow. “Okay, nonexistent. Derrick really screwed the pooch on some stuff out there, but I’m working on it.” He answered irritated. “So why come to me?” I ask.

He pulled out his phone, punched down on its numbers. "What's the code?, " he asked without waiting for any reply. "Her death day!, " the crude voice replied with so much empathy of delight. *************** Louis {POV} The arrival of Connor, my chief security brought me to a halt as he entered my inner office chambers. It's been a few days and hopefully he has found something useful. All the links to Nora's death had been ghosted even the recent hint still hanging on the cliff was about to disappear like the rest. I scanned his appearance as he walked towards me with a short bow. He stood as rigid as usual. Conner, retired from the military, his uncle worked alongside with my foster father a

he apologized as soon as he sat down. Laurel waved at him. "It's alright, our place isn't that far from here either. We can just think of it as a detour." The man smiled at him and generously began to order some food. They chatted over lunch, and Sonnet found out that the man's name was Eugene Connor. He was a Master's graduate from a prestigious teaching academy, and he specialized in high school physics. "So, how do you like being a teacher here?" Laurel asked him, sounding like a veteran with the Paragon Education Group.

Hannah asks awkwardly while staring at the ground instead of at Evan. He opens his mouth to answer her question when the sound of someone clearing their throat catches their attention. They turn their heads to see the brunette girl holding a piece of paper in her hand and smiling slightly. "Uh hey, uhm...I came to talk to you about your brother...I'm Connor, by the way, nice to meet you..uhm" Connor fumbles nervously with his fingers as he speaks, "I' ve heard a lot about you, so yeah um I think you should read this letter. That is if you want to. I won't force you to or anything..I just thought maybe it would do you good.."

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************

“No. Dad told me everything Connor had confessed, but I still can’t place who Connor is.” I furrow my eyebrows as Ryan chuckles beside me. He doesn’t respond. Instead, he smiles and pulls out his phone. Within a few seconds, he turns his phone towards me. “This is why you probably don’t recognize him. He used to be chubby and wear glasses until you and Deanna stood up to those mean kids for him. Deanna instantly became his sunshine from that day on and he worked to prove to her he is more than a nerd.” I gasp as I look at the picture. It is Deanna’s first crush. The guy who kissed her alongside the WW Enterprises building. Her first kiss.

An hour later, they arrived at the restaurant. Nix greeted her father and stepmother. The young man with them, Nix, didn’t know. Conor walked with her to explain that the man was Connell. Nix looked him over, noticing that the man stood six feet six or more. Wide in the shoulders with a swimmer's build. With his clothes on, Nix couldn’t tell if he had muscles or not. The way the T-shirt hugged his chest, she would guess, he had muscles. When she took in his scent, she was shocked to find he was a werewolf.

Sofia is also attending with Connor because they should have a say in their future. As we follow the waitress to the private room with a large table where Connor sits with an older man whose ginger and white hair and beard indicate his Mac, Connor’s dad. The guy sitting next to Mac looks very similar to Connor but with a longer face. I assume that’s Conall, Connor’s older brother who will be taking over as leader when Mac either dies or passes it off to him. The four of us take our seats. Sofia is seated next to Connor. I’m on her other side and Violetta is sandwiched between Nico and I just the way we like it.

“Well, hello.” Elena wiggled, trying to loosen the rope used to tie her hands. “Who are you? Who the hell are you?! Let me go!” “Do I have to knock you out again for you to keep shut?” Conor eyed her. “Oh, Felicity, you’re up too.” “Let us go, Conor,” June said. “Why are you doing this?” He ignored June as he walked towards Elena. “I’ve not introduced myself to you,” he smiled devilishly. I am Conor Richards. We’re family, don’t worry. You’re my wife’s niece.”

“Connor was twenty at the time. He was a college sophomore. He only had one friend… Lucas. Lucas was the only friend I saw him hang out with. Connor didn't have any friends. Not that he was a loner or an introvert, but that he was a creepy weirdo. I didn't know at the time, but I found out later on. He did these things that a mentally stable person wouldn't do so no one would want to be friends with him.” “Horrible things like what?” “One of the least horrible things he did was he killed hundreds of stray cats and hung them in what he called ‘His Collection’.” Lincoln's eyes widened in horror, “He really is a nut job!” “No, he was way more than that. Remember, I said 'least’ horrible things,