Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

Enoch stood up and said, “No, it’s fine. He was kind of upset so I came for company.” “Thank you. I’m Hallie, his big sister.” “And I’m Maggie, the second big sister.” He nodded his head and said “I’m Enoch Smith, Anna... Agatha's grandson..” he stopped and continued reluctantly, “...Nuala’s friend.” “We know,” said Maggie. As they were talking on the porch, there came Conor Riggs, their youngest uncle. “Ready?” he asked, hands inside his pants pockets while looking at them. Maggie gently touched Otis’s back shoulders and said, “Let’s go, Otis.”

I cared very little what people thought; in that instant, I wanted to kill Ophelia with my bare hands. “Nadine is not a whore like you; she is my mate and my future Luna,” Connor said sternly. “She was blessed with the good fortune of having four mates, and that is something you will never understand; you will never even imagine why you are such a horrendous person that the gods spared the man who was meant for you from having a shitty life by your side.” I looked at Connor in shock.

Bradley needs to take his anger out on someone, and I guess that person is me, though I didn't do a damn thing to him besides bring his secret vendetta out into the open. Connor is a damn good kid, according to his file. He is an excellent Soldier, graduated high school at the top of his class, works hard, and is a good person. Works part-time for her mom, but because he's not from money or a distinguished family, Brad won't let his daughter be happy. That is just selfish and pathetic.

"Mr. Jones, since the discussion has come to an end, Lucile and I will be leaving. Thank you for your time, and I'll take you out for a meal some other day." Enoch was silent. No wonder Hilda knew that Lucile was a fake! She's the actual Lucile! If Hilda is Lucile, doesn't that make Connie... At the thought of the implications behind it, a chill immediately ran up Enoch's spine, goosebumps prickled over his skin. Connie is actually the Connie! That's terrifying as hell! He figured that it would be better if he gave up on getting those management rights. As for Winnifred... He couldn't be bothered to pursue that thought anymore. He realized that Connie put those rights up in order to test her

More so because he has a thing for Sage. “Hey Priest, Hunter told me what happened with Sage, and he figured you might need my help. What do you want me to do?” At first, I consider keeping him out of it. However, regardless of my personal feelings, Connor is one of the best techs we have. They’re not quite in league with Logan Maxwell but close. He and Hunter are both geniuses with computers.

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

Yes, he had seen him make a move on his fiancée. “I’m sorry. You are?” Connor asked, confused while looking at Faith, whose face was red with embarrassment. Gunner extended his free hand towards Connor. “I’m Gunner Travis. Cheyenne’s father.” “Oh, you are Mr. Travis. Nice to meet you.” “And…. Faith’s fiancé,” Gunner added as Connor came to the realization she was taken and he almost made the mistake of inviting her out. But for some reason, that wouldn’t stop him. She was just an old friend and all he wanted was to catch up before he went back to Chicago. After all, he wanted to see her parents as well, since they liked him a lot.

"Not just for tonight—they've been working together. Connor said he joined the FBI investigation six months ago, but Elena's been Council for twenty years. They're—" "They're the same person," Liam finished, pieces clicking into place with devastating clarity. "Connor Blake doesn't exist. Or he did once, but the man we know—our attorney, our confidant—he's been deep cover Council the entire time. And Elena—" He pulled up archived footage on his phone, photographs from Connor's Harvard Law graduation ceremony eight years ago, compared them to images of Elena from the same period. "They were there together. Same campus, same year. They knew each other before any of this started."

Connor wanted to say something, but Enrique cut him off by saying, "I'm getting old, and I don't want to get involved in you young folks' business anymore. But Connor, there's one thing you need to bear in mind, and that is to live with a clear conscience." Connor, desperate and furious, turned to Enrique once more. "So that's it? You really don't believe me?" Enrique sighed again. "I trust Spencer. He's my grandson, and I raised him to know the difference between right and wrong. He's always acted with reason. "You should leave, Connor. Instead of arguing about who's right, I suggest you face reality and focus on making amends."

The little fuck released her hand and glowered at me when I stepped closer. "Who is this person Danielle?" She looked at me as she stood and came over to my side. "This is Connor Robert." "Him? That's who you think you're going to marry? Your father will never allow you to marry this...this person." Twenty-five to life that's all I thought when I looked at him, so I tamped down on the anger and ignored his dumb ass. As long as he wasn't touching her anymore, the fucker could live. "I'll watch where I put my hands next time, boy. I'm not too jazzed about motherfuckers touching what's mine. This is your one and only warning."