Rk900 Connor Romane & Geschichten

Ryan asked and Connor scoffed. "I am off to my room." He said and Ryan snorted. "Sleep tight." He said through the mind link. Connor pulled off his shirt and slumped down on the bed. He covered his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to pin point what was baffling him exactly. What was it? What was it? What was... That back? He does not know why he felt weird while informing the pack of their new Luna. It was as if he was doing to the wrong thing.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

AARON Connor didn’t raise his voice when the confirmation came. He didn’t need to. The room had already gone still—the kind of stillness that only happens when everyone present knows they’re standing on the edge of something irreversible. “It wasn’t Durrane,” Connor said, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. “It was the other one. His partner.” Julio. The name settled like grit between my teeth. Connor continued, methodical, precise. “He made contact ten minutes ago. Burn phone. Short call. Less than forty seconds.”

he said, walking around. I became uncomfortable in his presence. Why was he walking around? Did Damian send him to spy on me? I turned to the mirror immediately to check my appearance. I was still looking like Anne. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him. "I'm sorry I was not able to introduce myself earlier. My name is Connor and I am the Delta of this pack," he stretched forth his hand for a handshake. I wrapped my arms around my chest, showing him I was not interested in getting to know him. But I had forgotten that the nightwear I wore was a little thin and as I wrapped my arms, it made my nipples harden.

He pulled out his phone, punched down on its numbers. "What's the code?, " he asked without waiting for any reply. "Her death day!, " the crude voice replied with so much empathy of delight. *************** Louis {POV} The arrival of Connor, my chief security brought me to a halt as he entered my inner office chambers. It's been a few days and hopefully he has found something useful. All the links to Nora's death had been ghosted even the recent hint still hanging on the cliff was about to disappear like the rest. I scanned his appearance as he walked towards me with a short bow. He stood as rigid as usual. Conner, retired from the military, his uncle worked alongside with my foster father a

Lane says, walking up behind him and slapping my father on the shoulder. “One of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time,” my father says, smiling at him. Well, that’s unexpected. “Me too. Your pack has a completely different fighting style than what we have, Ken. It’s pretty awesome! I feel like I’m back in pup school learning how to fight all over again,” Connor says. He’s at least not limping. “You’re not the only one. Your brother is deadly,” Kelvin says to me walking in with Connor.

"Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor." The room erupted. "Wait." Garrett held up his hand. "You're saying Connor isn't Duke's brother?" "He might be. Or he might not." Sierra pulled up photos—Connor at various ages, different names. "The DNA we ran came back as a sibling match, but those results were processed in a lab that Connor has financial ties to. Everything about this man is smoke and mirrors." "Why?" Snake asked. "Why go through all this?" "The club." Valentina moved to the front. "Think abo

I accused. “Of course not! I accepted the probability we would share a mate a long time ago, Reegan. Will you just fucking listen please!” He groaned at me, sounding exasperated. “Okay,” I said, not entirely wanting to admit I’d been an ass. “When and where did you meet her?” “I met her when I went to RedWoods to deliver the contract today. Her name is Katalina Connor. She’s Ian Connor’s daughter,” he explained. Rikkon started purring her name in my head. Katalina immediately became his favorite name in the world.

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

It was Connor along with his other friends. "Not anymore I rejected her already. Oh, by the way you can have him do whatever you want. But don't kill her. I'm gonna play with her a little and then get rid of her." Ryker said with an evil smile. "Now get the hell out of here!" he looked at me one last time as Connor close the door, I saw his eyes flickering, it might have been his wolf, but I can't say for sure. "Now what do we do with you, little freak." Connor muttered tauntingly.