Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

"I'm about to commit career suicide, so pay attention." She pulled up recordings. Connor's voice filled the room—his conversation from the warehouse, admitting to manipulation, to using Sierra, to planning Duke's destruction. "Son of a bitch," Murphy breathed. "There's more." Sierra switched files. Financial records. Shell companies. Money trails. "Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor."

If Blair’s evidence was the silver bullet, this was the final blow to her throat. Someone was hunting alongside me. Connor processed the news instantly. He guessed it was the Enforcer Walter had assigned, Zephaniah. He had once been a legendary tracker in the Vale Group, but those days were buried under ash. Connor doubted his loyalty. “Do not dwell on it.” “Are you not concerned he will try to claim influence over the Luna?” Connor’s lips curved into a sharp, dangerous smile. “What threat could a ghost pose?” Regardless of rank, Connor knew the bond between him and I was forged in blood and moonlight; I was not a wolf who strayed. He signed the final pack decrees, ready to return to the Val

‘Connor already did’ Connor winks at me besides Neo. And he explained everything while he was buried inside me, his arms holding me, his mouth everywhere including on the same lips that begged for a break. We took a break for two days, walking along the beach hand in hand with him telling me so much about his childhood. About the rivalry between him and Shane when they were kids. About his mom, Catelina and about the man who had been his father figure who had taken him and his brothers in, Alpha Gillard, Viola’s dad.

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.”

With his grandfather around, Philip was nothing! Hmph! Connor coldly snorted, his gaze sweeping over the group of people around him. He shouted, “You dare to touch me?” Theo’s eyes narrowed as he replied, “We only take orders from Mr. Clarke!” “Fine, very well!” Connor nodded and pointed at Theo while asking in an arrogant and rude manner, “What’s your name?” “Theo Zander!” Theo’s back was straight and there was no fear in his eyes. “Very well, I’ll remember you,” Connor said.

"Mm. You like him?" "He was sweet. Gentle. And he didn't have to spare the time to walk me home." "What's his name?" "Connor. His surname is weird. Sanders or something." "American?" "No, Brit." "What's he do?" "I didn't think to ask. He's a singer; sings in a choir. A tenor, he says. It must be a good choir, they're singing a concert in St Martins soon." "Hah. A fellow musician." Bron smirked. "Sounds like a nice chance for a pick-me-up, Ceri. Maybe he has the tongue of a fluter."

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.