Kit Connor X の小説・ストーリー

“Alright. How about we take this to Priest’s garage and see what’s in it. Connor nods his head. “Sounds good.” Finding her composure, Santana sits forward in her seat and asks, “Who’s Priest? And where are we going?” Connor’s eyes widen comically as he gazes intently into my eyes, but Santana isn’t done talking. “Where did you learn how to fight like that?” I lick my lips, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but before I can say anything, Connor interjects. “Declan was a Marine, remember? He knows all kinds of ninja moves.” My eyebrows lift with surprise at my brother’s blatant cover-up. I definitely didn’t expect him to come to my defense, considering how pissed off he has been with

He asked curiously jogging to keep up. the two were a mismatched pair, Koin was tall, almost 6'5 and bulky with dark hair and colorful eyes, and while he had a sense of humor, it seemed he naturally leaned towards anger. Connor on the other hand was only 5'7 and his muscles didn't seem to exist until he used them. Connor also talked a lot, much of the time before his brain could run the words through the filter of "Is this appropriate or kind?" None the less, after spending literally every moment together since they were 2 weeks old, Connor had become like a brother to Koin.

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

Kinsey embraced Connor tightly, her heart swelling with love and relief at seeing her nephew's bright smile despite his illness. "Hey there, my little warrior," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I've missed you so much." Connor beamed up at her, his eyes shining with joy. "I missed you too, Aunt Kinsey! I'm so happy you're here." As he hugged her, Kinsey couldn't help but marvel at his resilience and strength. Despite everything he was going through, Connor remained determined to stay positive and cheerful.

Ryan explains putting a black piece in my left ear. “ Now we can communicate with you through this and we can hear everything you hear. We won’t turn it on until you leave the territory. We will be able to hear everything you do, and if you do end up in any danger on the way we will be able to walk you through what you have to do.” Creed added. “Now with this connected to your shirt” Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt

"No I'm assuming its someone she is comfortable working with" "Lisa is quite resourceful but I'm sure she will use family" "You know Lisa?" He glanced at me in the rearview mirror "Connor has connections to every werewolf ever created" My mouth made an "o" shape at his revelation "Makes sense ya know with how old he is" Leo chuckled at me

Others were only left with the dashing sight of his back, which was quite daunting! Bam! Connor waved the cane in his hand and directly smashed all the cups on the coffee table, as well as the vases and other things. “That damned Philip Clarke! He’s going overboard with bullying the branch family!” Connor roared furiously. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he said to Allen, “Get in touch with our secret contact in Uppercreek. Quickly notify the branch family and prepare to seize power!”

A triumphant grin spread over Connor's face when he saw his brother leap into action. He was extremely confident and proud of his brother's abilities and could already imagine seeing Liam soar through the air and landing on the ground in a crumpled heap. He leaped to his feet, excitedly screaming, "Go, Keith! Kill him!" Connor's men all walloped and cheered for Keith, "Lieutenant Saunders, kill him!" "That'll teach him not to mess with you!"

Connor also cups his hands on his face as he kisses his forehead. Connor finally picks up himself. "Prepare for the funeral. Let them all be here as we will be invading the Moarte in their lowest part. In the name of my mother, Barbara Walsh Russo. I Connor Carter Vozinelik shall be the new master of their household! Those who would be resisting should be shot dead!" "YE, SIR!" Lincoln guards give their respect for him—even Lincoln and Ethel are on their knees to welcome his brother in the world of violence and fear.

The only person I'd seen in the news recently was Connor. I frowned, feeling troubled. Why had he come here? "Don't worry, Kieran. I'll handle it." With that, I descended the mountain path. Sure enough, I saw Connor lurking around at the foot of the mountain. There was mud all over his expensive designer suit. There was no trace of the former CEO of Garrett Group. I cleared my throat lightly to get his attention. The moment he saw me, he rushed toward me like a drowning man who found a lifebuoy to hold on to. The spark that returned to his eyes was frighteningly bright.