Pj Masks Connor Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

“Why did you have to die? I need answers. I need to know why.” “Kelley.” Kelley turned at the sound of the voice and he hoped to the high heavens that Connor hadn’t heard him talking to himself. “What is it, Connor?” “I’ve dispatched Juan to follow Ernesto, keep an eye on the girl.” Kelley hadn’t thought of that but then again that was what he paid Connor for. “Thank you.” Connor sat down on the sandy beach, his arms resting on his raised knees. “Do you know how I got into this line of work?”

Full on pounding like they were trying to wake the whole floor. I groaned, rolled over, stumbled to the door in my underwear. Peered through the peephole. Connor. Fuck. Connor was our ace pitcher. 6 '4 " easy, shoulders that looked like they could bench a truck, arms thick from years of throwing heat. Legs like tree trunks, chest that filled out every team shirt until the fabric looked painted on. The dude lived in the weight room. Protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, dinner. Everyone called him Captain Protein behind his back, but to his face it was just Connor or Connie. He was the guy who carried the vibe on the team, always laughing loudest, always ready with a dumb one liner. Right now

He’s heading to DC in a few days—perhaps we can shift up his flight. “Martin, we do not involve our people.” Connie stood and flexed her aching fingers. “Agent Torres won’t be on company time. Mrs. Bandara and Aysha will be exfiled out of the country as soon as possible. Rajin doesn’t know where she is, and hopefully, he’s still unaware of the deception.” “This stays between us—and carefully selected members of our team.” Connie didn’t want Pearl’s blood on her hands. And Chantal was now involved. The thought of her daughter getting hurt had Connie tensing, causing her to wince. Her damn shoulder.

“you don’t have to be shy with me, goodness if you managed to conquer Connor, I should be scared of you and not the other way around” I smiled at that. Connor was a handful asshole at times. Ask me and I could tell you how insufferable he was this past week. “He’s not that bad” “We both know that’s a lie. He’s always been difficult more difficult than my children I can tell you that” Her children were accomplished people. Cain Powers, the owner of the house I was standing in, was a big hotshot in New York while her sister Maria Nicole Powers dominated the fashion world. Damn I was wearing one of her signature dress the last time I was on a date with Connor.

A huge man who looks like Darak (A wrestler and actor, you can see him at Fast and Furious) come to us. "Lady Adellee, this is Second Beta Connor or in your pack is the third in command or Gamma. He's in-charge for the pack training." Jaxson said. "It's nice meeting you Lady Adellee. I heard that you're a warrior in your pack. I can't wait to see you train with us." Connor said. He's just wearing a sport short, his full huge glory body is on display. Oh dear Goddess, I'm not aware that there's a lot of perfect sculptures in this pack. My virgin eyes is hurting.

He was still chewing and the only thing Connor wanted at the moment was to bury his fist on his face and make a dent on his face. “You must be kidding me!” Connor glared as a scoff escaped his lips. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the collar of Jack’s cloth, twisting it in his hands till his grip was really tightened around Jack’s shirt. The burrito that Jack was holding onto fell from his hands as eye reddened, he gulped and gasped for breath, trying to dislodge his fingers away from his neck. “Where have you been? You have spent almost five hours outside! Five hours away from your duties and do you even know what you absence caused?” Connor said in an eerie calm tone that could send shi

“Mr. Connor was once Rothesay’s business emperor and the richest man in Rothesay. He has been under a lot of investigation recently and has caused a huge commotion. Who wouldn’t know about him?” Charlotte then asked, “Now, tell me, do you think he’ll be in big trouble?” Mr. Jameson’s eyes dimmed as he responded truthfully, “It depends on the person who wants to bring Mr. Connor down. To what extent does this person want to finish this? Sigh! I’ve lived such a long life that I understand such matters quite thoroughly. Anyone who can threaten Mr. Connor’s status must be someone extremely influential and prestigious. Such a big-timer is literally a God to ordinary people like us. If he’s determ

“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.”