Rk900 Connor Novels & Stories

“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?"

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

I explained, bringing her hands down. I glanced down at the open locket at the one and only photo of Connor and Fianna Kavanah with a newborn Aurelia. They look so damn happy and proud holding her. It’s a shame that they had to give her up, but if they hadn’t, she could have died too. “With some Silvercloud assistance, Declan was able to find a safe deposit box your parents left under assumed names. This was the only thing inside. Declan said the locket was something Connor gave Fianna the day she shifted for the first time.” I explained.

I knew better than to become friends with this Kind. Connor shrugged, brushing off some dust from the left cuff of his grey coat. “What am I supposed to do? I was thirsty.” He smiled, showing his teeth where the blood of whatever he had hunted was still visible. I shot him a pointed look. I didn’t have the desire nor the time to reprimand him or argue with him.

He spoke so arrogantly that I wanted to jump and kick him in shin! “ unbelievable! And why in heck is my family not allowed? Now you will stop my family from seeing me?!” I asked having enough. “I never said you are not allowed to meet them. They just can’t come over my place. You can meet them out. I prefer my privacy.” He spoke in deep voice and I just could thin my lips in straight line. “Okay!” I said sighing heavily. “Okay all the terms and condition are mentioned in the contract, I will get the contract printed and then bring to you to sign.” Mr. Kin said getting up and the Mr. Rude nodded at him firmly.

She could barely take care of herself; what if. "Kyle, we need to talk. We can't keep taking risks. You have to go to the store and buy...you know." Really Kerryanne, you can act like a slut, but you can't say the word condoms? His silence made her nervous, so she finally built up the courage to look at him. Oh boy. Kyle was just staring at her. He didn't want anything to blemish what they'd just shared, and he didn't care if that made him sound like a bitch. What just happened on that bed meant as much to him as it did to her.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.