Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

“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.” True. “Where is Luke? Where did you keep Luke?!” “Keep your voice down, girl. Felicity should have told you, I hate noise,” he said, massaging his temples. “Oh, Luke? The nosy kid. I like him. He’s strong, or, no, he likes to believe he’s strong.”

“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,

“How’s life? Still chasing lost causes?” Elliot let out a low laugh, the sound almost dangerous, but he didn’t take the bait. “Actually, I’ve been pretty busy,” he replied, his eyes flicking to me for a second before returning to Spencer. “In fact, I brought someone you all should meet.” He gestured, and a guy stepped up—tall, wavy brown hair, blue eyes that seemed to scan everyone. “This is Connor O’Brien. My new assistant. He’ll be working with me from now on.”

"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."

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.

A man like that needed to be stopped at all costs. “Did you limit your search to just America?” I asked. Connor was based in Austria, and there was probably a chance they would find something if they focused on Austria instead. “Of course not. My team did as much digging as they could, but Connor is clearly a smart man. For some reason, he managed to hide all past records of him, and those records can not be anything good.” Aaron answered, and I couldn’t hide the disappointed sigh that escaped my lips as I felt a headache creep onto my skull.

Connor gives me a bewildered look and gazes back out the window in disbelief. “Who is Declan, Connor? Eddie Morano is a crazy asshole that everyone is scared of. How is it that this man comes along with a million-dollar car and kicks his ass without breaking a sweat? This is crazy.” I reply, holding my hands up in surrender. Connor shrugs his shoulders with a puzzled frown. “I asked him, but he wouldn’t answer. I mean, he had a military jacket in his file, which means he’s trained to kill people. Right?”

Whatever Connor stands to benefit from must be huge because he has since given up his conscience for this mission of theirs. According to the information we gathered, Connor is a hunter. He knows about supernatural beings, and he despises them. He has always known and that is why he killed our mother, Willie, and supposedly, me as well. To him, I am dead. Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him.

The image landed deeper than any family obligation. I should never have left her. “So while I’m here, she’s attacking there,” Connor said quietly. “Get me on the next flight back.” Connor nodded. “I’ll arrange it.” I started down the hall, already reaching for my phone, but the sound of footsteps behind me made me stop. Enzo’s voice followed, quiet but sharp. “Wait.” He was holding a small flash drive, fingers tight around it like he was holding something dangerous. His face looked carved from something heavier than guilt.

Dante asked. Connor looked up, looking slightly worried to give his reply. "I... I worked as a double agent." He replied. "I'm loyal to Victor. He's like an older brother to me. He protected me from the rest as I grew up under them. I pretended to stay under E, and I helped Victor and a few other out of that town and into this. I give Vicyor updates of what E is doing while I do E's dirty work." "What kind of dirty work?" Elijah asked.