Hank X Connor Novels & Stories

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.

"You are?" The middle-aged man stared at Gabriella for a long time. "I'm Connor Bennett. Hannah is my daughter." "Oh, Mr. Bennett. My apologies." Gabriella raised her eyebrows and spoke respectfully. "No worries." Connor waved his hand. Connor made small talk with Henry for a while, but his eyes kept drifting over to Gabriella. Gabriella found it strange but assumed that he disliked her because of Hannah. Perhaps he was thinking of how to get back at her. It was time to board the plane, and they were in first class.

I stopped halfway from putting the forkful of salad in my mouth. I put the fork on my plate and looked at Jarred. He also put down his knife, lowering his head as if forcing himself not to meet my gaze. I shifted my gaze to Jackson, who was currently waiting for an answer. I shook my head. If Hank’s the oldest son of the founder of Connect Inc., that only means he’s one of Hade’s brothers. But why didn’t Jarred and Hade tell me about Hank? "It’s news to me, President De Verra. Thank you for letting me know," I answered with a smile. He looked surprised—his face said it all. He knew something was going on when he shifted his gaze from me to Jarred. He laughed and leaned back on his chair.

No one dared to intervene. Not until the police arrived. Not until the ambulance came. Only then did Elizabeth let go of the shovel. Connor was taken away, his body a mangled mess of blood and flesh. … Three days later. Xavier attended a Hampton family event, though now under the name Neo Hampton. His hair was styled differently. He wore thin gold-rimmed glasses, a black mask covering most of his face. Only his distant, unreadable eyes were visible, giving nothing away. Back in his office, he had barely settled into his chair when his phone rang.

“Connor, I don’t get it. Explain it to me. Why did you kill my dad? Why go after Han? What did Han even do to you?” “That old man?” Connor sneered. “Always patting me on the back like I was some damn project. ‘Oh, Connor, you’re doing so well, I’m proud of you,’” he mocked, his voice dripping with bitterness. “Han was his little lapdog. He knew too much, started sniffing around me.” “No, he didn’t. You’re paranoid,” Bella shot back. Connor laughed, cold and sharp. “The first time I saw you, changing the subject, fresh out of med school, God, you were stunning. I fell for you, dreamed about you. And then that bastard Lucas swooped in. Don’t worry, his time’s coming.”

Conrad raised his head and stretched his neck as he gave it a thought. “Uncle Manning…” While he addressed him as such, there was no respect toward him in that tone of his. Instead, the tone was full of mockery. “As long as Assistant Director Manning explains everything to the director, I believe that the director will show some leniency after seeing he’s repented.” “Mr…” Conrad didn’t give Hank any chance to continue and hung up. He also blacklisted his new phone number. He didn’t want to interact with anyone from the Manning household anymore.

The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes. “Tonight, we will make it clear that crossing the line in my house is unacceptable. If you do, there will be consequences,” Dane addressed the crowd in a stern tone. Kendra gripped my hand tightly as if she knew I might do something reckless. “Catrina, your time here in the Red Moon pack is over, and now you will meet your creator.” Catrina wept as Dane spoke. I saw Dane’s biceps tense as he prepared to swing, so I quickly pulled my hand away from Kendra’s and sprinted toward Catrina at full speed.

A pained groan escaped my lips as I sank to the ground, clutching my head. “B–bastard.” I gritted out in pain, already aware that it was none other than Connor. He stood in front of me, and I was unsurprised to see that the face in front of me matched the one I had seen in the picture a few days earlier. Connor held a wooden stick with a smug smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with malice and mischief. “So we finally meet. The famous fiance. I’m Connor. It’s nice to meet you, Jeremy Hale.” He taunted, extending his hand towards me.

168 Hazel Swallowing hard, I took steps towards where Xander, the man of my life argued childishly with Connor and Seth about who would teach his nephew to fight and I wanted to laugh because how would he argue when it's time to know who would teach his own child to fight.

Ever. Thick eyebrows and unruly lashes framed his chocolate brown eyes, which twinkled with amusement as he looked down at me – because yet again, they were all freaking massive, and my 5’9” height was small compared to them. His dark hair was cut low, close to his scalp, and his high cheekbones and square chin were covered in the stubble of a neatly trimmed, full beard. I wondered if it would tickle or irritate my skin as it rasped against me? His skin was a lovely shade of reddish-brown—burnt cinnamon—and altogether beautiful. He seemed like he didn’t want to be touched when we first met, but skin like that just didn’t go untouched. Wide shoulders and a broad chest strained against the t-s