The Drop Connelly Novel Novels & Stories

Connor answered. “Alannah Campbell, Orphaned, you were living with your uncle, Eddie Smith before deciding to abscond. 21, thank God You’re an adult. 4.7GPA in accounting, dropped out of college to be a drug dealer along side your uncle, Wow. Not the dropping out to sell drugs though, that is sad” Connor said. “You don’t know me” I cut in, looking at him with my sharp eye. “Oh yeah?” Connor said, raising an eyebrow “You seem like a B-cup, although I love C-cups, should I go on?” Connor asked.

She and Adrian had eloped and came here but unexpectedly, as soon as they settled down, Alban had told the Damien family, and they were found out. Nathan knew all about Connie's experiences, so he always cherished the people he loved. Connie lost Adrian. Nathan also lost Hilda once, but God gave him a chance to make it up to her so he swore to never lose her a second time! Connie silently went to the place she and Adrian lived. After they eloped and came here back then, Adrian found a job at a bookstore and she set up a stall nearby to sell some food. They thought that they could live their lives like that forever.

The place reeked of human, their excessive sweat, and their sugary energy drinks. Connor’s easygoing expression soured when he saw me. “Hey, buddy.” Well, not a buddy anymore. “Hey,” I said with no small amount of guilt. “Doing well? Business—” “You ditched me for a fucking… bitch,” he spat, making patrons look back warily, though he thankfully left off one word: rogue. “No, I’m not doing well.” “Kellen and I were—” I began, hoping just to skip over the awkwardness.

The world was like a playground to him, and the people were his toys. He would carefully scrutinize them, pondering on how he should toy with their fate. He was a charismatic, yet dangerous man. In an instant, Hannah's body tensed as her gaze grew intense. Instinctively, she put on a defensive stance. She immediately recognized Connor despite their first meeting. She knew he was one of Misty's greatest supporters in the book. It was rumored that he was heavily involved with gang activities. The Dunes, which was one of the most mysterious and influential clubs in Hopeldon, actually belonged to him. Hannah only came to realize this after reading the book.

And surely the scarred Prince from across the water had heard the rumours about Clara, if not herself? Yet it seemed to be working. This was one way to defeat an army, she reflected: decapitation. Sever the head and the body would be left reeling before it eventually collapsed. “Do you like Irish poetry?” she asked, politely, as she led Connor through the huge castle gates. “I have no use for books,” he said. Just as she suspected: illiterate. Why could men never admit to the skills they lacked? It certainly wasn’t a crime. She stopped on seeing Finn Mac Neill. “Brother,” he acknowledged. That was when Xander sprung his trap.

“I will do what my duty requires for those who have told me. I am not high enough on the food chain here to bitch. I learned my place years ago. Even though I could have had the beta spot the night I killed the old one.” Connell told her, wishing he had taken it. The feel of her hand on his leg almost burned. He wanted to grab her and take her one more time before he had no other chance. He stood instead, grabbing his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head, trying not to think about anything other than a new start to life. He kept his red hair long, normally braided, and a trimmed beard helped to sculpt his face more.

“Then why were those men afraid of you last night? They looked like… like they’d seen death itself when you walked in.” Connor’s gaze held mine steadily, unwavering, and yet not demanding. “Because they are cowards. And cowards bow to strength, no matter what name it wears.” His words sank deep, stirring something inside me I didn’t want to acknowledge, the memory of Draven’s power, the way his presence swallowed entire rooms. Yet Connor’s strength was different. Where Draven’s dominance suffocated, Connor’s felt like air filling lungs starved too long. The scrape of glass interrupted my thoughts. He lifted a tall goblet filled with deep crimson liquid, its surface catching the sunlight with

Cassandra There was something horribly wrong with Connor. It wasn’t just because I couldn’t sense his wolf. He was distant, colder. Like hell I was going to let this go. I will find out. Connor steered through the bustling streets of Las Vegas, stopping near the hotel in a dark alleyway. The stench of urine and garbage wafted in through the vents. I willed myself not to be sick. Connor stayed stoically silent. I listened to the faint hum of the city outside. It had to be way past midnight, but the city still buzzed with life and flashing lights. We waited in awkward silence there for Ray to bring him a set of clothes from the suite.

Her choice to become a nun was for her advantage only, and she was certain that she is slowly losing herself in the process. “I can say that my choice to enter the convent and become a nun is going well but... I couldn’t confirm if they were right… for now.” Viola looked closely at Connie who is now fogged with unlit gloom. It seemed to her that she wasn’t the only one bearing the darkened weight of unspoken despair. She chose to set aside her predicament and take care of Connie first. “Well, that was unexpected for you to say. What’s wrong Con?” Connie turned to her and stilled her gaze in her eyes. She was about to spill out her reply to Viola when a gentleman’s voice emerged out of the te

The term 'Lust' began to trend, fueled by men looking for a scandal and women looking for a betrayal. Holden had struck hard and fast, aimed straight for my heart. As the first wave of the scandal broke, Connor’s flight touched down back in the Vale Hills. He stepped onto the tarmac, his device buzzing with the news that someone had dared to touch his mate's name with filth.