Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

“Did Micah ever tell you about the first time we met?” Connor looks down at the file’s cover and shakes his head. “No, it never came up.” Before I change my mind, I clear my throat and recount my story. “I met Micah six years ago after he rescued me from a serial killer. Edward Hansen III was a Wall Street mogul turned serial killer who kept children trapped in a barn before he handed them over to a group of other sadistic fucks who’d rape and murder them.” Connor rears back as if he was slapped and sputters. “Are you serious?”

“You too. I haven’t seen you since you jumped out of a moving car.” “I landed on my feet.” He grins and winks at me. Goddess be damned, I am blushing like an idiot. Evander clears his throat and glares at Flynn, who doesn’t seem to care about what Evander thinks, let alone has to say, about his proximity to me. “Kenna, this is Agent Connor,” Evander says as he motions to Connor, who is also an extremely good looking man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes. Connor gives me a quick nod in greeting and sits down beside Evander.

'She was a beautifully broken story with no beginning, middle or end. She was just a blank page that he wished to fill with the words coming all the way from his heart!' **** Ava Jones... We settled in the car and embarked our wet journey towards our school, Rosewood High. The clouds were mildly pouring while I preferred to check all the messages I received. I purposely avoided reading Ethan's messages since I know the majority of them would be nothing but his love confessions. I have not made a proper introduction of him to you right, let me do it now. So he is Ethan Connor, the only son of his parents aka the principal of our school, Mr. Harvey Connor and Mrs. Jenny Connor who is a dentist

One of them was feeding information to the people who wanted me dead. "No." The word came out before I could stop it. "That's not possible. Wren would never—she loved my mother. She saved my life." "And Elena has served Silver Ridge for fifteen years without a single mark against her loyalty," Connor said quietly. "Neither option makes sense. But Marcus's evidence doesn't lie." I looked at Marcus, desperate for something—anything—that would tell me this was a mistake. His face was carefully neutral, but I could see the weight of what he was carrying in the tension around his eyes.

Antheia asked curiously. “He is gone. His name was Connor. He died from a disease, already more than a decade ago/” Jane replied. “Oh.” Antheia thought, and a realization came into her head, “They do not have children?” she asked as she remembered some gossip she heard at the hall earlier when some people around her were talking about Luna Elena not having a child, a successor, hence the elders of Rossathorn Pack are in disarray, deciding which among the close relatives, a blood born Rossathorn, would be next to the position to take over the pack.

He's 6'7", built, and he is so sweet. I hear Connor let out a nervous cough from behind me and gasp. "Oh my Goddess." I jump out of my dad's arms to grab Connor and bring him closer to my dad. "Daddy, this is Connor, and before you beat him up, he has been a perfect gentleman this entire time and hasn't done anything inappropriate to or with me. Okay?" My dad looks down at Connor, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

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!'

A sniffle followed. My stomach dropped. I made him sad. Really sad. “Ethan, please,” I said, quickly standing. “I know I upset you. But stay. Let’s talk. I—” "Connor is in New York." He cut me off, and everything inside me stilled. Time stood still. Stopped. Tilted. Connor? Connor? My best friend? The first person I came out to? Ethan's older brother? The one who had saved my life more times than I could count?