Michelle Connor Coronation Street Novels & Stories

“Why do you ask?” “You guys don’t find it odd that his assistants keep quitting on him?” I asked. “I’ve never really thought about it like that.” Lydia said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “From what I know, he’s had like three assistants. There was Michelle, who I never met but I heard she worked for him for like, a year or so.” She was right. Michelle was already Connor’s assistant when I got to Spring and she was with him for close to two years before she handed in her resignation letter.

“But my brother will take some convincing. Last time he set eyes on you, your gown was rose-coloured and trimmed with white fur, you sang for us like an angel and outshone even your sister, a renowned beauty.” “Have you seen her?” she asked, dropping her guard. “Is Grace safe?” But he didn’t answer and she became aware that the conqueror was standing behind him, having come to judge for himself. “So, you claim to be Princess Ava, do you?” Connor came in closer, a leer on his scarred face. “There is but one way to be sure.” And, reaching out, he tore her bodice open, exposing the mole between her breasts.

Katherine's POV I blinked at Clara, her words slowly sinking in. She was right. I needed to calm down. I needed to think clearly. But before I could respond, the television in the corner of the room caught my attention. The screen flickered, and I saw a familiar face—Eleanor O'Connor, sitting in a studio, her posture perfect, her expression composed. She was being interviewed, her voice smooth and measured. "I'm very pleased to say that my son, Mikel, is recovering well," Eleanor said, her voice carrying through the room. "The accident was a terrible shock, but he's strong, and he's getting the best care possible."

If anything, she elevated the room. Just as we paused near one of the tall marble pillars, a familiar voice cut through the hum of conversation. “Well damn.” I turned to see Connor approaching, drink in hand, his ever-present grin firmly in place. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, his tie was slightly crooked—intentionally, no doubt. Beside him stood a woman in a burgundy dress with black hair, her arm looped through his. “Tell me this is legal,” Connor continued, eyes fixed on Sienna. “Because if it’s not, I’m calling the fashion police.”

However, my intuitions were proved right. “Welcome, I have been waiting for you,” Connor said as he lounged back on the Queen’s bed while a body lay face down on the floor in a pool of its own blood. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought it was Damian. I forced my gaze to dart from the carcass to Connor. “This isn’t Damian, he is Her Highness’ prey,” he said cheerily as if reading my mind and kicked it so it rolled on its back. I gasped. This...this was the guy I met at one of my parties, the one who was with Myra.

Connor replied, his tone cold. Taking a deep breath, Maya said, "Connor, I have some good news for you—I've located the true heiress of the Lane family."

Connor replied, his tone cold. Taking a deep breath, Maya said, "Connor, I have some good news for you—I've located the true heiress of the Lane family."

"You could say that!.....lots of stuff happened in just 48 hours! It's bizarre, if i tell you you wouldn't believe me i think!" "Well, try me!!" "Ok I'll do the short version because I'm tired.....Conor turns out to be working for the Mafia King and got engaged to his daughter the Mafia princess last month and also managed to get her pregnant!!....So I caught him in his study with his father in law over a dispute or something and they tried to kill each other but then Hunter came who has friends in the police force and arrested his father. This morning I went to see him and he granted me a divorce so from the end of the week I'm my own free woman again!!" I say and Melissa's eyes are about t

Who cares what Ray or his friend thinks of you? She straightened from the door. Last night she'd seen Connor again, kissing someone else. She was sure it wasn't the same girl because the one from the restaurant had brown hair. This one had blonde hair and was tall. Too tall that she towered over him. How many girls did he have? She had called him before going down to dinner and he'd said he was still studying for his exams. Were the answers down that girl's throat? She felt mad all over again. Connor was exactly what Marjorie had called him. A con. His promises were not worth a dime and she was going to make him regret ever lying to her.

"If you held the weight of this entire agency on your back, you would understand how heavy the crown is." Zephaniah let out a cold laugh but said nothing more. He could sense it—the Xanthe he once fought beside was being replaced by something far more predatory and calculating. That night, he didn't rest. He prowled through the records, tracing the threads of my journey and my hidden bond with Connor. He realized that the shift began at the Pacific Crown Gala. Looking back, it was blindingly obvious that Connor had been guarding my trail from the shadows all along. From the moment my identity was unmasked at the jewelry exhibition to the Bright Night ceremony where our proximity sparked rumo