Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

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."

Why did he introduce me to his parents? "Oh. My. God. You're Genevieve Cloepfil?!" I swear to God, I almost closed my eyes to that high pitched voice. "It's nice to finally meet you, dear. Wow, you are indeed very gorgeous." The woman beside Mr. Colton Easton, whom I assume is Noralin Easton, is wearing a maxi dress. Her lips are glossy and pale red and her eyes are pitch black just like mine. She's a brunette, and her hair is short just above her shouldere. "It's nice to meet you too, ma'am." I have no idea what to say. "By the way, son. Conor is looking for you earlier. Asking if you invited Drayton." My eyes slightly widen, but I have to keep it to myself. Drayton? Drayton the bartender i

I hung up the phone and I looked at Connor who was standing in the living room looking at me really confused while holding his bag. “Who’s Nathan?” He asked again. “He’s the son of one of my dad’s Alpha friends.” I said. “And doesn’t he think that you’re dead?” Connor asked. “No. Nathan and his father know that I’m alive. Because my dad tried to arrange a marriage between me and Nathan.” I said. “You were engaged to him?” Connor asked, his eyes flickering from black and then back to their normal blue.

ENZO CLINTON! ​

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.