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.

Every woman's dream man and he only keeps casual relationships with whoever he chooses. “I was, but I lost her. She died along with my unborn baby” Adrian said painfully. He doesn't want to talk about it. He'd left that part of his life in New Jersey. X-city should only make him happy. “Oh! I'm sorry about your loss” Santiago condoled and Adrian said it was nothing. In New Jersey, Patrick Connor was getting ready for the launch. Aurora surprised him greatly. Within a few days, she got a company and set everything in order. He needs to go over and sign some documents and get ready for the launching.

He glanced at the screen, eyebrows raised. “It’s Jasper,” he said, sounding surprised. He answered quickly, “Hey, Jasper. What’s up?” There was a pause, and I could faintly hear Jasper’s voice on the other end, though I couldn’t make out the words. Connor’s face darkened as he listened, and he nodded. “Alright. We’ll be there.” “What’s going on?” I asked, standing up as Connor hung up. “I don’t know,” he replied, his voice serious. “But he said we need to get over to the restaurant. Now.”

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

Jane noticed Sienna's expression and teased, "It's just a few texts, and you're beaming." Sienna quickly composed herself, pocketed her phone, and said, "We're done with the celebrities. Should we head back?" Jane followed her as they left the crowd together. Out of nowhere, a man dressed in a suit, Connor Boyd, blocked their way. Sienna looked at him, puzzled. "You're Ms. Lawson, right?" Connor asked politely. "And you are?" Sienna asked. "That's unimportant. Our boss needs to speak with you," Connor said. Jane gripped Sienna's hand anxiously. "Do you know who his boss is?"

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.