Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

“And no one deserves it more than our father. I’ve never met a man who is more fair or more thoughtful in his decisions than Warren Hill.” “He does know he doesn’t have to convince us, right?” Venom asks Siren in a stage whisper loud enough for all of us to hear. Connor looks at him. “I can’t help how proud I am of my father,” he says, then turns to me. “And my sister. Well done, Wendy.” “Thanks, Connor,” I say, beaming with pride until Yorick hooks his arm around my neck. “Yeah, well done, Sphinx,” he says, giving me a noogie.

Dominic says lightly, setting the bags down at the door before winking at me. Then he turns and walks away. Connor exhales, sagging his shoulders. “This is your room, Signora.” He carries the bags inside. I follow, and my breath snags again. The room is fit for royalty. Silk sheets, gilded mirrors, a bed big enough to drown in. “Who exactly is Dominic?” I ask, still eyeing the door he disappeared through. “Enzo’s best man,” Connor replies. “Runs a lot of properties and real estate. He’s also the heir to a mafia empire.”

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.

Connor's POV: Continued... I won't pretend that I have this connective energy with my son, but I will never tolerate his life being threatened. My wolf, Enoch, shifted within, perceiving the threat of his pup. A dangerously low growl left from me. Loren smiled. "Relax, daddy wolf. I'm not threatening your son." "Then what are you doing?" "I'm trying to set both of you up. You'll have a forever connection with Blackcresent Moon pack and could potentially have a Chosen within your line."

It almost looks like. I slap a hand over my mouth. "No. It can't be." Holding my breath, unable to reconcile the image on my phone with the name beneath his picture, my mouth drops open. Shock assaults me as I re-read the caption again: "Connor Mennetti, businessman Nolan Mennetti's oldest son, attends the opera with his date, Shelby Walsh."

He has a point, but neither of them knows the truth. “Mr Mateo is around the early thirties when he decided to have Lincoln. Mrs Bridget also said to us that Connor’s mother is the youngest and she is an Irish. Connor is also a European like his oldest Brother, Lincoln.” Paul is ecstatic because of what he speculated with his friend. “Such a brilliant ass!” He keeps on messing the hair of Dylan. However, they must still investigate and wait for the decision of the CEO. Five in the afternoon strikes, but Connor Carter Vozinelik is not coming back after lunch. He didn’t have a meeting in the afternoon. It was unusual for the collateral husband.

"Hello, Mr. Edwards. I am Connor O'Dean. These two are my precious daughters' Camilla and Scarlett." 'God! Now he finds me!'

“Connor beat the shit out of him.” My knees automatically locked. I pushed back against the sink, holding the telephone tightly. “Connor?” I echoed foolishly. “Connor is in New York?” “Yes,” she said, her voice strained. “He has some internal injuries. He has a collapsed lung. Ethan, his injuries from that accident a few months ago—they weren’t entirely healed.” My heart was beating so hard; I could actually hear it beating in my ears. “What?” I whispered. It made no sense. “How—how did Connor even wind up there? I just told them all of it this morning. This morning, Mandy. It’s only just after ten.”