Thomas & Friends Connor Novels & Stories

"Mm. You like him?" "He was sweet. Gentle. And he didn't have to spare the time to walk me home." "What's his name?" "Connor. His surname is weird. Sanders or something." "American?" "No, Brit." "What's he do?" "I didn't think to ask. He's a singer; sings in a choir. A tenor, he says. It must be a good choir, they're singing a concert in St Martins soon." "Hah. A fellow musician." Bron smirked. "Sounds like a nice chance for a pick-me-up, Ceri. Maybe he has the tongue of a fluter."

Instead, he went to the cemetery. My tombstone had already been erected, right beside my parents'. Connor stood there, holding the cardboard box Chris had given him. Inside were my diary and notes. He stood there for a long time before crouching down. Then, he opened the box and took out the diary. This time, he started from the very first page. "Today, Connor was training in the field. I secretly brought him water, and he didn't even realize it was from me. What an idiot."

"Thomas was drunk. Connor was screaming at him about something—money, I think. Thomas grabbed a knife from the work bench. But he wasn't attacking Connor. He was threatening to kill himself if Connor didn't stop whatever he was doing." Valentina's breath caught. "What was Connor doing?" "Stealing from him. Selling off equipment, tools, anything valuable. Thomas had finally figured it out, and Connor was backed into a corner." Denny's voice shook. "I watched Connor grab his father's wrist, struggle for the knife. And then—" "Connor stabbed him."

he cleared his throat, sending a shiver down my spine “And, despite you being her ex-husband, Mr. Mycroft, Ms. Thomas seems to think you could offer some… Help.” “Okay.” Connor nodded, now looking as apprehensive as I was “I’ll take Theodore to the nurse. I’ll be right back.” He picked Theo up again and they started talking about something again, but I couldn’t understand what it was. Probably not because of the distance, but because of my nervousness. "Please, Norman, tell me what's wrong with him." I practically begged, my hands starting to tremble again.

“Excuse me, Miss Harris,” Thomas said, setting down his wine glass. “I have to step away.” Without another word, he turned and left the banquet hall with his assistant in tow. Zora stared at the untouched glass, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Another plan gone to waste. But fate had other ideas. Moments later, Connor walked over looking for his own drink, mistakenly picked up Thomas’s glass, and downed it in one shot. “Hey! Connor—”

"Bad news, Nora! Connor was met with an accident on the way and died!" I smiled. "Is that so? Let's see just how dead he truly is."

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 “

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.

Connor instantly crouched. “Well, look who can move now!” he exclaimed with a grin. “Hey, little guy, let’s discuss investments. You’re never too young to start a portfolio.” Adrian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re going to scare him off.” “He’s tougher than you ever were.” Adrian chuckled softly. “He’s also gentler.” Connor nodded. “Good. He should be.” -----

“Thank you, Uncle Calvin, you’re so kind.” He said sweetly. Connor stood at the corner of the corridor, frowning. Who was his son’s gift to? What kind of gift was it? Could it be the money in his piggy bank? Connor did not appear immediately but returned to his office, stood in front of the French window, and watched Calvin’s car drive out of the garden. He reached out and dialed Calvin’s number. “Hello, Mr. Tucker, is there anything I can do for you?” Calvin answered the phone at once.