Thomas & Friends Connor Novels & Stories

“You can get a toy phone that can emit sounds for him.” “He has one, and he likes it a lot. He’s just playful and wants to snatch mine the moment he sees it. He probably mistook my phone for his. “Have you eaten, Seren?” After speaking, Jane spoke to someone else, “Take Connor out for a walk. He’s too noisy.” Connor was always crying or screaming. He was truly a crybaby like Tim’s son. A nanny carried Connor away. One of the elders had taken the obedient Chloe away early on.

I moot. Connor takes a deep breath before shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out his cellphone. He speed-dials someone, and after a few quick questions, he's happy with the answer on the other side. Connor sets in motion, ordering me to follow. We walk the castle, and he takes the time to point out critical directions till the corridors become familiar. -"You are not taking me to Adrian, are you?" My question seems to step on Connor's toes. He frowns his brows before saying no while knocking on the door. Moments later, it opens, the light from the inside adding clarity to the dim corridor.

Connor interrupted the butler sharply, “Carl, get me a flight ticket to Richworth. I need to swing down there for a bit.” “Understood.” Carl did as he was told and got the flight ticket as requested. Shortly after that, the phone in the living room rang again. He promptly answered and had a brief exchange with the caller before bringing the phone to Connor. “Sir, it’s Mr. Adam.” Connor considered for a moment and decided to dismiss the call. He instructed Carl curtly, “Just tell him I’m not feeling well and can’t come to the phone right now. Also, tell him that he’s going to have to hold off on the joint project for now.”

“You’re drunk, Ariana, and that…man doesn’t look like a doctor. You can’t trust a guy like him. How do you know he isn’t some kind of thug hired to kidnap you?” Maybe he was genuinely confused and concerned. Maybe he was just being stubborn. But I couldn’t understand Mr. Huxley’s insistence that Connor was some kind of criminal. “Stay here with me until your friend arrives,” Tex insisted. “What was her name, again? Allison? Classy name. Sounds like a classy girl.” “I’m just here to pick up my friend,” Connor interrupted my companion, ignoring his anger as he helped me stand. “If you’ll excuse us, we’ll be on our way,” Connor paused and then added, “Sir,” mockingly.

Carmen folds her arms across her chest, her little jaw tight, her eyes narrowing as she studies the space where Owen had been moments ago. “Connor… he’s not really nice, is he?” Carmen asks, her voice low so the teacher won’t hear, though she doesn’t bother to hide the suspicion in her tone. Connor shake his head slowly, glancing down at the pile of toys he left behind. A small stuffed bear, a brightly coloured puzzle, a box of candy neatly wrapped in plastic, all of it innocent enough to the adults around them. But they have learned to look beyond appearances. “Nope,” Connor says quietly, leaning back in his little chair.

Thomas shook his sleeves and said, “A person cannot escape from the problems they caused upon themselves. I won’t cure this disease.” Very determined. Thomas walked away, browsing over random stuff on the shelf. He showed no interest in what the two brothers were up to. Only now did Connor understand how grievous the matter was. Would his brother really die for such a matter? Connor, faced Thomas and knocked his head on the floor repeatedly, and cried, “Dr. Mayo, you gotta save my brother!” Thomas stayed still, not making any movements. Connor repeatedly knocked his head on the floor again and again till he bled from his forehead. Thomas remained unbothered and still.

* Azier huffed but retreated back a bit to watch. He realized she was watching him, and cleared his throat, oh right his name. He smiled apologetically "My name is Koin, that's Connor, my mom Rheida, and my dad Dedrick." he gestured around the room to each of them as he gave out names. His dad actually smiled, being suspiciously upbeat this morning all things considered. Connor gave a dismissive wave, eyeing the food Koins mom was setting out. He noticed Thalia's eyes settled on his mom thoughtfully and she nodded, her easy smile slowly forming "Good morning." She said to Thalia who shrugged. Connor was about to say something but thought better of it and a pang of guilt settled on his gut.

He checked out the man in the front, feeling certain that the latter was not his connection within the organization. However, Thomas would not take the man lightly. He said courteously, “You must be Captain Conroy. I have a lot of friends in the Viper’s Den South River State Branch. We have worked on a few cases together before. I don’t believe we have met before, Captain Conroy.” “The Viper’s Den South River State Branch? “Heh…” The man sneered and said to Scorpion, “Tell him about me.” Scorpion straightened his back and said confidently, “Listen carefully, Thomas. He is Captain Rory Conroy of the Viper’s Den West State Branch Execution Hall.”

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

Charlene cooked a lovely brunch, which made Connie quite happy when she had freshened up. She thought that whoever ended up with Charlene would be extremely lucky, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She sat down to eat breakfast while browsing through her phone, but soon her expression changed, and she couldn't help but ask Charlene, "Thorne's back in town? " Charlene replied, "Yeah." Connie handed Charlene her phone, and she saw that it was a post from Thorne's friend Moran, which included a number of pictures from a party they had attended the previous evening.