Rk900 Connor Novels & Stories

CONNER❣️ “No just wanted to start a conversation see if I have the right number “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Oh okay “ CONNER❣️ “Anyway, good night see you in school “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Good night “

That must have hurt. “Ouuuchh!!” Connor cried in pain. “Why did you do that for?” he asked in indignation rubbing his ribs while his current girlfriend looked at Kate like she wanted to murder her. “You’re trying to fix me up with John?” “What’s wrong with him?” Ryce had defied instead of cowering and Aidan had to suppress the smile from forming on his lips. Connor was going to have his hide. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with him,” she had shouted over the loud music picking up a glass and throwing the content his way. Thankfully Ryce ducked and she missed her target.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His eyes sparkled like an eager puppy wanting a pat. "I work at my family's company, love racing, don't smoke, drink, or gamble. No messy romantic past either. Selena, is there anything else you'd like to know? Even if it's something more private, I'm open." He shifted closer and closer, but a voice suddenly called out. "What are you two doing?" Snapping out of it, I quickly pulled away, only to see Connor standing there with Vanessa Kruger.

He pointed to the guy from this morning. He was a blond guy, sporting a flop of dirty blond hair with strikingly green eyes. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked naïve yet foolish at the same time. There was like a sweet and innocent look on his baby face. Unlike Ryder, there were not any signs of him getting a beard any time soon unless he shaved his face regularly. He looked the youngest. “That’s Connor.” He pointed to the guy standing beside Jake.

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

The only person I'd seen in the news recently was Connor. I frowned, feeling troubled. Why had he come here? "Don't worry, Kieran. I'll handle it." With that, I descended the mountain path. Sure enough, I saw Connor lurking around at the foot of the mountain. There was mud all over his expensive designer suit. There was no trace of the former CEO of Garrett Group. I cleared my throat lightly to get his attention. The moment he saw me, he rushed toward me like a drowning man who found a lifebuoy to hold on to. The spark that returned to his eyes was frighteningly bright.

“You too. I haven’t seen you since you jumped out of a moving car.” “I landed on my feet.” He grins and winks at me. Goddess be damned, I am blushing like an idiot. Evander clears his throat and glares at Flynn, who doesn’t seem to care about what Evander thinks, let alone has to say, about his proximity to me. “Kenna, this is Agent Connor,” Evander says as he motions to Connor, who is also an extremely good looking man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes. Connor gives me a quick nod in greeting and sits down beside Evander.

With only two of us remaining, the plan shall be… "You crab him," Connor confidently smiles, "I will slice the fucker up." "I believe the fucker is called a Rugaru, and I hope that after tonight that I never have to see another one again." All that comes from Connor is a rather annoying smirk; I do recall that there is another problem waiting for us at home. And as this very thought grips that my beloved is in danger, I expose every each elegant finger with razor-sharp nails; in less than a wink, I rise from where I find myself standing through the air at a speed faster than one single breath.

Alexandra's townhouse sat on Sarken Street in the heart of the city, lined with tall plane trees with leaves that rustled in the breeze. They scattered flecks of warm afternoon sunlight across Connor's face. Connor stood tall at six feet and two inches and had broad shoulders and a trim waist. After three years of being Russell Group's CEO and giving orders left and right, he carried an air of refined arrogance. It was the weekend, so he wore a thin, dark-gray sweater and casual trousers. At a glance, he looked every inch the tall, elegant scion. His face was strikingly handsome, the type that made people catch their breath.

Tyler looked in the direction of the truck, and the others followed suit. "What's going on, Connor? Something happen to her?" Logan came to stand in front of me. "Just let me deal with this shit. I'll talk to you guys later." "Connor, you move from here; we're gonna have problems. I know you, brother. I can read you like a book, so I can see the fumes coming off you. Talk to me; we've been in tighter spots than this before and pulled through. Now what the fuck happened in the last half an hour to turn you into Killer?"