The Drop Connelly Novel Novels & Stories

Connor is ranging from the table. Dylan is silent with John. "Do you think it was hilarious?!" Connor continuously speaking his heart out because of the trauma he felt on that day. He thinks of totally leaving him in the slums with Davon because the drug lord is powerful. He has some men with him. Connor didn't want to risk his life, but every step he makes going farther from his collateral secretary is squeezing his heart out. His mind wants to leave from the danger—however, his mind asks him to save his secretary.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Blood sprays across the black paint and the body drops like a sack of meat. Two more come at him from the left, shouting. Connor ducks low, bullets whizzing over his head. He rolls, comes up swinging the stolen gun like a club. The barrel smashes into one guy’s jaw with a wet crunch. Teeth fly. The second guy tries to tackle him, but Connor catches him mid-air, spins, and drives his elbow straight down into the man’s spine. I hear the snap. The guy screams once, then Connor finishes him with a quick twist of his neck. Another body hits the ground.

With Eleanor sending the majority of her remaining warriors off the territory, to intercept a false target, it was time to make a move. Connor’s skin thrummed with anxious energy as the late night hour crept upon them. He had been in that cell for over a day, his only break being dragged to the dining hall the night before, and he was ready to get out. He wasn’t a blood thirsty warrior. He had seen the battlefield turn many of his friends into vengeful wolves, always seeking their next taste of enemy blood, but he had never succumbed. He didn't enjoy killing but he'd do it when those he cared for were being threatened. Never before had Connor felt so threatened, and he intended to do whateve

I gathered my thoughts collectively, once more pulling everything in. Frank Connell was a little odd yes, with his quiet unassuming manner, the way he seemed to always be trying desperately to disappear into himself. I'm sure many people found this strange; but being strange did not make you a mass murderer. It just meant you were weary of your fellow man and knowing some of the shit I did, who could blame him?

Alpha Dalton’s POV I hung up the phone with Tyler and ran down the stairs to my office to grab a bottle of whiskey out of my liquor cabinet. She had just informed me that Connelly was laying on her porch after hours of trying to mind-link him and searching for him. I had sent him to keep an eye on Tyler with two other warriors, but they came back from a shift change and Connelly wasn’t with them. I knew something was wrong when Nick mind-linked me looking for him after we took the body that was found to the pack doctor to be examined. It wasn’t like Connelly to disappear on us and not answer. Hell, he was the one who was always getting in touch with us and had a bad habit of keeping the mind

Fuck, one night stands aren’t even supposed to be about strings, it was supposed to be about meaningless fun to get your mind off of depressing matters. But I really wanted to feel that connection again. The connection you feel when you make love with someone you really care about. Connor and I had stopped having any physical connection almost six months before Daniel put him in prison. It had been my decision to do so because Connor had started to abuse me sexually as well. Sex had become his favorite mode of torture and I’d rather eat hot iron than relive those memories again.

Fennel asked with a smile. After hearing these words, Venom and the other person silently glanced at each other. Then, they got up and stood to the side, looking despondent and not saying a word. On the other hand, Fennel looked at Connie without saying anything. He then turned around and left with Philip. Connie looked at Fennel’s departing back, her heart unable to calm down for a long time. She had actually met Fennel Leigh, one of the Seven Kings of Disciples!

Dante grinned, pushed the man down, and walked to the winery. Katherine's life was on the line and I had no intention of playing with anyone today. I pulled out my gun, aimed at his kneecap, and raised a brow. "Why don't you start talking?" TBC Hey guys..... If you didn't see this message in the last chapter. Here's my new book, ongoing in Good novel CHAPTER FIVE Desire~ JASMINE VALE I think the whole house heard my screams last night. They must have. It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful.

The bridge was abandoned as many people started using a new main road which was built five years ago and much more convenient so no one would be there to stop me. I first left all the things I was carrying, my backpack and book by the side road as I did not need them in death. I then walked slowly to the edge of the bridge and faced the deep river I was going to drown in and die ending my life. At least it looked clean, I thought trying to cheer myself up while large raindrops mixed with my tears, were now streaming down my face and body. Next I lifted myself on to the bridge side wall, a strong looking white little half wall made from cement.