Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

"Bad news, Nora! Connor was met with an accident on the way and died!" I smiled. "Is that so? Let's see just how dead he truly is."

“‘I do’ – is that something we might be hearing again sometime soon, in front of a minister? ‘I do’? Maybe some wedding bells in the future for you and Ms. Ross? Or, should I say, Mrs. Templeton?” Connor’s smile froze. His eyes looked like a trapped animal’s. “Well, we’ll just have to see what the future holds.” I wanted to cry – and not from happiness. The slowly creeping nightmare continued, channel to channel, minute to minute. The first interviews were all about the scandal, the photos, the implied prostitution. And Connor stayed right on track, repeating the same phrases over and over again, about wanting to ‘give America inexpensive, clean energy’ and how Miranda and his father were li

, he says and I frown, looking at him. “My name is Connor O’Clery, I am Killian’s father, and I am here to help’, he says and I gasp raising both my hands to cover my mouth. I look at Elliot and Theo, and they both nod their heads. What the fuck? He is supposed to be dead, Killian believes his dad is dead and now here he is, standing in front of me.

Enzo was talking to the guy who brought us here while the underboss was instructing someone to clean the corpse. “This is Conor, he said he is the guy assigned to us.” Enzo said while smiling. “Hello Don” Conor greeted, his entire face is bright red. Poor Conor, he’s charmed by the two faced demon. “Lead the way to our room.” I nodded and smiled.

She drifted closer, but Randy's father emerged from a side room. "You guys..." His sharp eyes swept over them. Enoch Osborne had a tall, well-built frame, his posture straight and dignified. Despite being in his fifties, the sharpness and grace of his youth still lingered in his features, hinting at the strikingly handsome man he had once been. "Dad," Randy greeted him. "These are Debra, Marion, and Erica. You've met them before." Enoch ignored him, "I know these famous CEOs."

I never met this Connor guy but from just what I have heard here alone I have huge respect for him and how he treated Rosie. "He does... he did..." Tony tries to cover a growl with a cough, but he fails miserably and this has Rosie smiling. She places her hand on his chest and leans into him. "As I said earlier, Conner was like a brother to me, that was all." He nods giving her a gentle smile. "I know sweetheart. I didn't mean to growl. Zero is just being an asshole, ignore him!" Everyone in the room chuckles, including Rosie, before we sober up and come back to our reality.

She had been so happy to see him, embracing him closely during the rehearsal while Donovan observed them in amusement without interfering. Now, amidst the opulence of the ceremony, Fidelis was a silent observer, his heart tethered between concern for Boma's well-being and a fragile hope that perhaps Donovan's rough edges were slowly being smoothed by the transformative power of love. Ronald, Donovan's formidable grandfather and mentor, cut an imposing figure at the lavish ceremony. His presence cast a shadow that loomed over the festivities, his influence a cornerstone in shaping Donovan's domineering and assertive nature.

And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day. “Coming.” She rushed to the door and opened it, “How may I help you?” Ellaine could barely distinguish the gender of her visitor. That’s because of the black cloak he wore. It was not until she heard his voice that she realized he was a male. Ellaine found it hard to make out the words he said in that deep, rasping voice, “..is..N..mais..Nromais..” “Sorry, what are you talking about?” “Give me the Nromais.”

“He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.” Elijah exhaled a long line of smoke, his voice smooth. “You expected him to ignore his Luna forever? Did you really believe that a beauty like her can be ignored. Don’t get me wrong, but living in the same house with her, seeing her beauty, and getting to know her… it would have been hard on any man.”

I asked Enoch, slowly taking in my surroundings. “Yes, Ma’am.” “Bu….b…..” I tried to voice out my thoughts but I ended up stammering. First, he wasn’t crippled, and now this? How? Rhoda would never have signed me up to him if she was aware that Shawn had money. “Is he a drug lord? A mafia?” I had no idea what I was saying but I needed someone to talk to before I went crazy. “Master is a good person. That’s all I can say. Please come with me.” Enoch said and started making his way towards the entrance door. As confused as I was, I took slow steps behind him, still looking around. Henry was behind me with my bag.