Hugh O'connor Death Note Novels & Stories

Chapter 117 In the cover of darkness, Connor descended a hidden staircase concealed beneath a seemingly ordinary storage unit on the outskirts of the city. The dimly lit corridor led him to an underground bunker he had meticulously designed for utmost secrecy. It was a place where secrets were shared, alliances formed, and strategies hatched. Tonight, it was the setting for a crucial meeting with Orlando, a trusted confidant and a key player in their mission to take Michael down.

The last thing I see when I look at my mates? Shane shifts to Sage and so does Neo with Silva. With anguish and grief, Sage attacks Landon and the sound of Landon is no more. All the while Silva picks Connor from the ground with his mouth and I watch as Connor fails to move, as his death finally hits me. He is gone. They rejected me.

"But I was young. Stupid. Thought fear would be enough to keep you quiet." "So now you're going to kill me?" Denny's voice remained steady despite the weapon. "How's that going to look? Another dead body connected to the Reynolds family?" "It'll look like a tragic accident. A club member who overdosed in the same barn where Thomas Reynolds died." Connor's smile was chilling. "People will say you were haunted by guilt. That you couldn't live with knowing the truth and staying silent." "You won't get away with this." "Won't I? I've gotten away with it for seventeen years." Connor advanced on Denny. "You think you're the only loose end? Your testimony might have been a problem, but your death?

The news I heard shocked me. “Around 6:40pm this evening, the police identified the culprit for the murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney and Mary Adele White. The culprit is a middle aged man: Smith Connor the uncle of the diseased agent. The sheriff: Morgan was fatally shot…he died later in the hospital…Chris the accomplice…receiving treatment at Winster county hospital… hard drugs and guns were among the things confiscated at the scene… June Hall reporting.” I knew this instant that I would never escape this, my life may be lost in the process. My fear now is not the detective with a scowl but Smith. I know he would not let me be.

He asked in clenched teeth. "Yes," Conrad answered. "But no one can tell who killed her." "And her blood was poured into the waterfall in Aqua Edis," I told him. His veins on his neck and arms started bulging in anger. "Use that dagger to free me," he told me. "It's the only weapon that could cut the chain." I looked at Connor. He nodded. So, I pulled it out and handed it to him. "Do it," I commanded him. "Hey, wait!" Hugo exclaimed.

“He was working with Helen, pushing her fake will. Who was he against that wanted him dead?” Khalid’s jaw tightened, his voice firm, his eyes sharp. “He wasn’t willing, Lauren.” His hands clasped, his loyalty to Tom a weight, his role in Orchid Enterprises a tether. “Someone killed him, I’m sure of it. That note? Too convenient.” His gaze met hers, his conviction clear. Lauren’s voice was sharp. “But who, Khalid?” Her hand slashed the air, the sleeves of her dress swaying “Vaughn was Helen’s ally, so who opposed him? Who had the motive to murder him?” Her eyes searched theirs.

‎ ‎Then looked at her again. ‎ ‎"I know." ‎ ‎Emily stared. ‎ ‎Every thought crashed into another. ‎ ‎The reports. ‎ ‎The files. ‎ ‎The status update. ‎ ‎Eliminated. ‎ ‎She had seen it herself. ‎ ‎Elena had seen it. ‎ ‎Victor had seen it. ‎ ‎The entire conspiracy pointed toward one truth. ‎ ‎Orion was dead. ‎ ‎Yet he stood before her. ‎ ‎Breathing. ‎ ‎Real. ‎ ‎Impossible.

Because the person standing at the top of the stairs, the person behind all the murders and chaos, isn't Elder Victoria. It's Connor Davis. Very much alive.

He crouched down, somehow managing not to run his sword into the ground or overbalance, and started to brush pine needles away from a small area of the ground, clearing a circle of bare dirt. I tucked my hands into the sleeves of the hoodie and then under my arms. If only Ian weren’t such an overbearing, suspicious dick, he could’ve been there to keep me warm. I was trying so hard not to ask, but curiosity got the better of me. “Yeah? What were you going to say?” Dor finished clearing his circle, cocked his head to examine it, and nodded to himself. “From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been