Kit Connor Birthday の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t argue and I almost hugged her and kissed her but that would cost me an eye, instead I staggered back toward the edge, collapsing onto a low bench. My whole body screamed in protest. Conrad appeared a moment later, handing me water. I took it gratefully. “Thanks.” He nodded once then after a pause— “It’s his birthday.” I blinked. “What?” “Knox, today is his birthday and he hates birthdays.” My heart skipped “Oh.” That explained why he was absent i looked down at the water bottle in my hands. “Does he… celebrate it?” Conrad shrugged slightly. “Not really.” Before I could think too much about it, I pushed myself up slowly.

I replied with a calculated calm. “Well, that’s understandable, Son. I’m sure you’ll find out soon if she’s your Luna or not. Landon will soon find his Luna. His birthday is coming up in January,” Connor said enthusiastically. “Glad to hear that, Landon,” I replied, looking over at him, ignoring my Dad. “I mean, it’s a beautiful thing to be able to finally find your mate, don’t you think?” I turned my attention to Angel. The creep arched his eyebrow.

She’s about to follow her, but something fills her mind. "Could Connor...?" she whispers to herself but immediately shakes her head. He said he’d be at a meeting for the textile company. Would he dare to lie so blatantly? Why would he go to the birthday of the woman who attacked his mate? And why is her birthday so important that everyone mentions it?

A wide smile appeared on her face and she forwarded her hand for a handshake and congratulated him. Connor shook her hand. "Your birthday is in a week so I'll give you a treat on your birthday," Connor suggested, making a beautiful smile appear on her face. Connor is the only person she genuinely trusts. Her only friend or family. She respects him a lot. And he cares for her a lot. "I'll be delighted." She gave him her best pearly smile only to earn a flick smack of his finger on her forehead making her groan out in pain. The audacity of Connor to laugh at her as he walked away to see the customers.

I said, my voice a little shaky. She stepped back into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. "What is it? You look worried." I took a deep breath. "I talked with the grand Luna. I found out that... that Prince Keith's parents' remembrance day is on April 16th." "Yes, it is," she confirmed, her voice low. "Is everything okay?” "The thing is... April 16th... It's also my birthday." Lucinda's eyes snapped wide open, much wider than I had ever seen them before. She stared at me for a long moment, processing the information.

"No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that." "I wish it were a lie too." Connor took a step forward into the room, followed by the patrol officers. "That's why I looked into everything connected to her death." Vivian looked confused. "Then why have you come to me?" "Because you're directly linked to her death, of course, Vivian," Connor replied. "Or should I call you Lina Craw?" He watched as her pupils contracted sharply, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, how old were you when your father, Alistair Craw, died?"

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

Connor “I must first find a birthday present for Cassie before we go to the office,” I looked over at Joel, who was in the back of the SUV. “Any ideas?” “Alpha Connor, I missed seventeen birthdays. I wouldn’t even know where to start or what to get her.” His gaze flitted to the back of Dad’s head. He still blamed Dad for missing Cassie's childhood, but he was too loyal to the pack to act on his resentment. My dad scoffed. “You should have asked her mother.”

It was also the last day that he had spent at the house with his mother. He couldn’t help but think back on the day that it had all happened. Ten Years Ago.. Connor was lying on his bed, his left arm behind his head and his right arm holding his cell phone up to his ear. He was making plans for the weekend, a time he always looked forward to. How many days he stayed over the weekend all depended on what kind of mood Korbin’s mother was in. Korbin had been the only one who knew the truth about what went on in Connor's house. He was the only person Connor trusted, aside from his other close friend, Bryce.

“We’ll just have water, two steaks, bacon-wrapped asparagus, and the tiramisu for dessert.” “Sounds good to me,” Conan shrugged, closing his menu and handing it over. “So we’re doing birthdays now?” “Yes,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I’m going to celebrate them with you for the rest of our lives.” “Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “When’s your birthday?” “January. Our whole family’s going to be winter babies!” I grinned. Conan gave me a look, the kind that was half-exasperation and half fondness. “Why don’t you just ask? I know you’ve been dying to since earlier.”