Keven "dino" Conner Novels & Stories

He paused, unable to go on as Donovan shook his head, his patience wearing thin. Donovan reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a gleaming knife, its blade catching the light ominously. His actions froze the trembling Kyle. "You failed me," Dovan said softly, almost a whisper. "And there are consequences for failure." The guard's eyes widened in terror as two of Donovan's men held him down, pinning his hand to the desk. "Please, no," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I'll tell you everything." Donovan brought the sharp edge of the knife on his smallest finger. It was so sharp it drew a small cut. Kyle screamed and struggled to stay still, trying to avoid getting more cut. He began to cry.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

He paused, his heavy breathing evident on the call. "You have to protect her Kelly. Perfectly, it's why I sent you over there. I know Aria wouldn't agree to a bodyguard and I also feel something sinister about Don Luciano. His motives towards my sister are certainly not pure." He commented and my mind drifted to the middle-aged man I saw earlier. Just remembering the way his cunning, green eyes flicked on Aria made a huge lump form in my throat as I realized Kelvin was right. "Do you think he sent that sniper?" I asked Kelvin and he went silent again, obviously thinking my words through.

Nissa informed me and I did what she said. All the employee bow their heads as a familiar cold emerald- blue eyes entered with a jaw locking and Adonis body wearing an expensive suit with a pair of leather black shoes. Blake Adam Ecollin. The owner of Blade Rush Techno. No wonder girls are daydreaming about him but he is very a private person. You wouldn't hear anything only their clicking and tapping shoes. Mr. Ecollin stopped for a moment, roaming his cold eyes around, and suddenly stopped at me.

I explained, bringing her hands down. I glanced down at the open locket at the one and only photo of Connor and Fianna Kavanah with a newborn Aurelia. They look so damn happy and proud holding her. It’s a shame that they had to give her up, but if they hadn’t, she could have died too. “With some Silvercloud assistance, Declan was able to find a safe deposit box your parents left under assumed names. This was the only thing inside. Declan said the locket was something Connor gave Fianna the day she shifted for the first time.” I explained.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"He’s not a man who takes 'no' for an answer, Davina." "Today is Kevin’s birthday," Davina explained, her tone softening. "Kevin Locke. My boyfriend. I’ve spent three years building a life with him, and today is a no-go for me. I’m going to celebrate with him, and that’s final." "Just tell Dad I’ll return soon," Davina continued, already mounting her scooter. "Besides, with Dylan holding the fort down in my absence, the Consortium is in the best hands possible. I’m not needed yet."

“Yo, Con,“ I shout before I can get to me. He looks up. The girls clock my expression and make themselves scarce without being asked. I close the distance between us and put my fist across his face before he can finish forming a response. He stumbles back into the wall, hand flying to his jaw. “What the actual—“ “Next time you touch Dawn,“ I say, low and surprisingly calm, “I will make sure you never hold a stick again.“ I watch his expression move from shock to anger to something more calculating as he straightens up and works out what I am actually saying. Connor is going pro. We both know it. He was drafted the same cycle I was, and come the end of this season we will be teammates at Bost

he said sardonically but Reed just chuckled. Facts about Luke Contrero: A self-made billionaire. Has a face and body that would melt any woman's heart and make their panties wet. Physically fit. A health buff. Generous. High-handed. Likes beautiful women and expensive cars. (in that order) Considers having sex as the best way to relieve stress One fucking machine Never fucks a woman without protection Doesn't bed the same woman for more than three times Has no scruples when it comes to getting what he wants

Conner reached out for his lotion and rubbed it all over his body. “Yeah?” He replied, adjusting the phone that was sandwiched in between his ear and neck. “Well, one of the headlines says 'Royalty news fires their newly promoted star journalist, Conner West', that's you right?” Conner halts in the his movements. “Of course that's me. You know what, I'm coming there right now. Give me ten minutes.” He pulled the phone out of the space between his ear and shoulder and hurriedly got dressed in dress pants and a checkered long sleeve shirt.