Keven "dino" Conner Novels & Stories

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

I called out down the hallway, hoping she would answer. But nothing. “Just tell me where my friend is,” I begged. “And spoil all the fun? No way,” Kade said as he leaned against the island and bit his lip while continuing to eye fuck me. Wait a minute. If he was here, where was Dane? “What happened to Dane?” I frantically questioned. “Do you mean your mate?” He chuckled and took a toothpick from the small vendor on the counter. Placing it in his mouth, he seemed to need something to chew on to distract himself from how my body made him feel while looking at me.

He interjects, his voice tinged with exasperation. I take a deep breath, realizing the need to lighten the tense atmosphere. Offering a playful salute. "Yes, sir!” He smiles, his dimple showing prominently. "I want to see more of that," I say, pointing to his dimple. He's taken aback by my comment. "What?" "That dimple sure suits you with a smile. Keep it up," I add, trying to lighten the mood. "Ok, ma, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Conor," he says, gesturing to himself. "This is Steve, and that big man driving is Kaden.”

Conner said and he knew I would be pissed at him. “What do you want Conner?” I asked not wanting this conversation to be harder than it already was. “My DNA is back.” He says and I feel anger coming on. “Let me guess you’re not my brother.” I say without remembering Reese was standing next to me. “No, we aren’t siblings but Caleb and I are.” Conner says and I can hear happiness in his voice. “I’m happy for you.” I say because I actually am happy that he found out who his wolf’s side family is and Caleb is an awesome person.

Conner said and he knew I would be pissed at him. “What do you want Conner?” I asked not wanting this conversation to be harder than it already was. “My DNA is back.” He says and I feel anger coming on. “Let me guess you’re not my brother.” I say without remembering Reese was standing next to me. “No, we aren’t siblings but Caleb and I are.” Conner says and I can hear happiness in his voice. “I’m happy for you.” I say because I actually am happy that he found out who his wolf’s side family is and Caleb is an awesome person.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

She had to lean off the wall and try to digest the information Damien just hit her with. ___ Damien wore an evil smirk as he watched her leave the conference room with a frozen smile. He had been thinking of what to do with her, because he couldn't keep her in here with him anymore...Lately he hadn't been understanding himself. He occasionally caught himself swaying from the usual feared, dangerous looking, undateable Alpha to a soft baby in the body of a man, when he was around Ariel. And all that rubbish was going to stop tonight.He had decided to end her life out there in the field.