Pj Masks Connor Becomes Catboy Novels & Stories

They say the pretty ones always are. And finally – finally – Brandon Lee. Legacy kid, family money, effortlessly gorgeous in that East Asian model way. Supposedly the nice one. Though “nice” is relative in this house. No TV. No pizza. No movie night. Just five predators and one very, very stupid girl in a sundress. “Connor.” My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “What the fuck is this?” He won’t look at me. He’s staring at the floor, at his shoes, at anything except my face.

I thought everything was going according to plan. I grabbed a pair of joggers lily gave to Connor and I put them on, “What do you mean?” I asked Connor, and he lowered his head. “Well, he crossed the border when he saw a woman being sexually abused, so he tried to help, but seems it was a trap for him” Connor explained to me as I clenched my jaws. One of my guys was dead because of Jason. “What time is the meeting tomorrow? It seems it’s about time that we showed our faces to them” I clenched a fist

"Poor baby. Well, listen, I need to show you my new guy. He’s gorgeous, Danny. A total catch." He turned the phone, the camera swinging around to a guy sitting on the edge of a bed, pulling on a shirt. "Hello, Danny?" the guy said. I froze. The voice. The jawline. The way his eyes looked like they were constantly calculating the price of everything in the room. It finally clicked. This was the guy from the club bathroom. The guy who had looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe while he screamed at Noah. "My name is Connor," he said, giving the camera a slow, knowing smirk.

I just rolled my eyes at his antics. “Nice to meet you Dillon. I’m Katalina Connor but please call me Kat,” she responded, offering him a genuine smile. Now Teague was really getting worked up. He wanted all her smiles for himself. I couldn’t disagree with him. “Connor, as in Ian Connor, the former Beta of RedWoods?” He asked, giving me the side-eye. I didn’t want to make Kat uncomfortable by announcing she was my mate but I didn’t want him thinking I was casually screwing around with the daughter of a ranked member of our new ally either.

“I’m going to kill you!” Connor laughs maniacally and begins to run. I chase after him, catching up long enough to jump on his back with the pipe in my hand. “You little shit!” I yell out, feeling the whoosh of our bodies as we land on the floor. Connor grunts in pain as he struggles beneath me. However, I ignore his efforts and straddle his back to hold his head down and smear icing all over his face. A maniacal laugh escapes my lips. It’s hilarious to see him trying to struggle like a little kid beneath me. Connor must see my discomfort because he manages to roll onto his back with a solemn frown. “Listen, Sage, I respect Priest most of the time, but shit, you’re hot, and if he

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

He stopped. “Do you want me to turn around so you can get a good look?” He looked over his shoulder at me with an arrogant smirk and his voice was heavy with amusement. “I wasn’t!” I clapped my hands over my face, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Liar,” he chuckled and disappeared inside his bedroom. *** Connor returned, fully dressed in skin-tight jeans and a light blue sleeveless T-shirt. His dark brown hair, slicked back from his forehead, curled into his neck. I could imagine my fingers running through it, messing it up.

I changed into my pjs joining him in bed. The creasing lines on his forehead were starting to disappear yet even in his sleep I could see the tension eating away his body. He was a drug trafficker. He had murdered men not necessarily Stephen Gilbert and I knew that and I embraced it leaning into his chest like he was my rock and I, his. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “I should have stayed home”, I told Connor but he didn’t let go of my hand as he cocked his head to the side saying, “I need you with me”

Connie’s entire body was trembling with fury, and there was disappointment and deep grief mingled in her expression. “Jay, do you really see me as an ignorant little girl who doesn’t know anything? When I was attacked, I intentionally faked losing consciousness because I wanted to know what was going on. Now, I know everything. My father was killed by all of you. You colluded with Jameson Zinke, Shane Griffin, and the others to kill my father and seize Prime City. Jay, since when have you become this way? You’ve disappointed me. Disappointed me so much.” Jay wanted to explain, but Connie wouldn’t listen at all. She slapped Jay across the face a few more times. At that moment, the rage he had