Enoch O Connor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I needed to know who he was and if he was fit enough to give me any information. "He died upon arrival. His injuries were too severe," Harry informed me sadly. I sighed, looking at the floor. "Who was he? Do you know his family or where he comes from? Does he have a link to everything happening?" "His name was Nolan Connor. He was a thirty-five year old man. He came from a very poor background and he had a wife and two young children. A large sum of money was deposited into his bank account last week. They probably hired him and I have no idea if he was supposed to die as well in the accident or if he failed in his mission."

Elena was still frozen in place, Asher’s touch lingering on her cheek like a brand. The weight of what had just happened—Vivian’s humiliation, Asher’s silent declaration—hung in the air. Then, the moment shattered. A slow clap echoed through the room. The sound was mocking, filled with bored amusement. Elena’s stomach dropped. She knew that voice. Knew what it meant. Connor. A high-ranking male, second only to Asher in strength but twice as ruthless.

“How could he know how you are, right? It’s not like he’s done anything to complicate your life in recent years…” “Dad.” Eden interrupted him, her voice firm. “We’ve already talked about this. I need to talk to Connor alone. Why don’t you go stay with Theo in the room and check if he’s asleep? That way we’ll be sure he doesn’t hear anything… Unnecessary.” “After today’s news, I don’t know if I want to leave you alone with that opportunist,” he grunted. “He clearly knows how to manipulate a situation, even when everything is against him, just like his father…”

He smirked, pulling a Lacoste shirt and jeans. Connor didn’t reply to what Ehann said. He knew his position. Even when they are not a pack and since he wasn’t from the same pack Ehann and their boss Eon came from, and despite him and Ehann being both Betas, he knew that Ehann is Eon’s right-hand Beta. No matter how much Eon reminded them that there is no pack and that they are not a pack—it doesn’t matter. Frio came out of the bathroom with a towel tied to his hips.

"Poor baby. Well, listen, I need to show you my new guy. He’s gorgeous, Danny. A total catch." He turned the phone, the camera swinging around to a guy sitting on the edge of a bed, pulling on a shirt. "Hello, Danny?" the guy said. I froze. The voice. The jawline. The way his eyes looked like they were constantly calculating the price of everything in the room. It finally clicked. This was the guy from the club bathroom. The guy who had looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe while he screamed at Noah. "My name is Connor," he said, giving the camera a slow, knowing smirk.

“I need you to do something for me,” The person from the other line coughed, clearing his throat. “Yes, anything, Luna.” I nodded, pleased. “I want you to check the connection between Natalie and Mr. Connor.” “Mr. Connor?” “Yes. The former chief warrior who was elevated to the ranks of commanders.” I confirmed. “It’s simple and you should get it done. Find out the connection between Natalie and Connor.” “Is this in connection with the disappearance of the maid, Pyra Blackwood?”

* Azier huffed but retreated back a bit to watch. He realized she was watching him, and cleared his throat, oh right his name. He smiled apologetically "My name is Koin, that's Connor, my mom Rheida, and my dad Dedrick." he gestured around the room to each of them as he gave out names. His dad actually smiled, being suspiciously upbeat this morning all things considered. Connor gave a dismissive wave, eyeing the food Koins mom was setting out. He noticed Thalia's eyes settled on his mom thoughtfully and she nodded, her easy smile slowly forming "Good morning." She said to Thalia who shrugged. Connor was about to say something but thought better of it and a pang of guilt settled on his gut.

He sees me before Cain but he’s already got questions of his own. “Mathew Connor was asking directions to your house in town earlier, why?” He has to crunch on glass before he comes to his senses. I watch his eyes widen in horror. “Mathew Connor?” Cain asks. “Who the fuck is Mathew Connor?” I have no idea who Mathew Connor is. No idea at all. “He was in my books a few years back,” Brian says. “From a broken family in Gloucester, a nasty piece of work. Violent.”

The bracelet in his hand felt heavier by the second—like it was punching straight through his chest. No way. Could it really be true? If his mom was right, then he'd messed up—bad. Over a decade loving the wrong girl, while the one who actually cared got tossed aside. "Connor! Hey! It's not your turn yet—where are you going?" Eleanor's voice trailed off as he stormed out, jaw clenched, eyes dark. Onstage, the emcee was hyping up the bride and groom—until Connor marched right out, cutting across the spotlight.