Pj Masks Connor Novels & Stories

Elijah’s POV I couldn’t stand still, pacing a line into the carpet near the desk, my fists clenching and unclenching. Each step, each turn, only wound the tension in me tighter. Connor was on leave, and I was stuck here with his replacement—a sharp enough guy, thankfully, but new to the Sinclair way of doing things. His name was Jason, and I’d forced myself to be patient with him these past days, given the circumstances. But this—this was no ordinary setback. This was a disaster unfolding in real-time.

Not thinking about what he was doing just acting. He walked toward the vampire and she in return started to walk toward him and in the middle of the lot. “How is this possible you were thrown in jail for life, for what you did. For what you did to me and my family. How is all of this possible.” The girl smiled at Connor cruelly “Well Connor after you dumped me and turned me into the cops, Petes busted me out of the joint and recruited me and of course I said yes.Anything to cause you more pain.” Connor was enraged at the thought that Pete had comforted him after the whole thing and now he finds out that he broke her out of jail and turned her in. All Connor saw next was red,what he couldn't

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.”

Connor whispered arrogantly. “I will not renew my contract from you!” Paul gathered himself up to burst it out while they are both inside the penthouse of the Vozinelik. The two keeps on sneering at each other before Connor walks out then goes to his desktop. He printed out a front page where the charity’s name is written. He gave it to Paul. “We will go today, prepare my car,” Connor severely commanded. The secretary has no choice but to go to the car and wait for his young master’s arrival.

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

"Mr. Ethan, someone's downstairs at the company to see Jasmine. Claims to be an old college friend and says he used to date Jasmine, insisting that Justin is his son. The guy's name is Connor." Ethan's fists clenched white with suppressed rage. Just perfect, one after another they come out of the woodwork. Those scheming against Jasmine will have the Patrick family to reckon with.

Then, he said to me, "Claire, this is Mr. Connor Hamilton, the exclusive sponsor of the medical relief team." Out of courtesy, I held my hand out for a handshake, and he returned it with a cold, detached expression. His hand was just as cold as his personality. Dr. Lane murmured to me, "He's got a difficult temper, so you'd better not get on his bad side. It'll be hard for the medical relief team to complete our mission if he gets upset." I hummed in acknowledgment before taking my seat beside Connor. Ever so gingerly, I tried to buckle my seatbelt while avoiding the wound in my abdomen.

Connor knew the answer from the look on Jamire’s face. He grinned. “Jamire, I saw it today.” “What?!” “It’s freaking cool!” Then, he told Jamire what had happened earlier and did not exaggerate what had happened because it was already over-the-top. “Wait…” Jamire captured the point in Connor’s story. “Someone from New Moon Corporation?” After what happened at the Northern Point construction site, he was somewhat sensitive to the name. That terrifying man was from the New Moon Corporation.

Agent Jane’s sentence got interrupted when the rest of her FBI team suddenly entered the room, along with a group of nurses. “Lord Jesus, what the hell happened here?” One of the FBI agent team members, named Peter Conn, looked around in shock at the damage in the room. “What the hell happened to your nose, son?” The FBI agent asked Agent Vernon when he caught sight of the young man’s nose, which was being treated by a nurse. Agent Peter Conn was the cowboy type. He was an old gentleman with a tall, medium build, a potbelly, wire-rimmed eyeglasses, and a thick gray mustache that oddly complemented the bald spot on his head. He would try to cover the bald spot with a few strands of his hair.

“That’s impossible.” “I’m afraid not. And sir The Connors just announced a new partnership. Same market.” Tyrone Connor. The name burned. Jaden ended the call and stared at the city skyline through his office window. For years, he had been untouchable. Always one step ahead. Always protected by timing, influence, and… Melissa. She used to remind him of meetings he forgot. Softly fix mistakes he didn’t notice. Smooth things over before they became disasters. He had thought he was carrying her.