Thomas & Friends Connor Novels & Stories

The only lady he wanted over his knee was a certain dark-skinned goddess. "Leave" He growled at the girl who scrambled away. "I'm guessing you're not in the mood, Mr Leroy" Conan turned to the intruder, it was Thomas a small fish who believed he could survive in a sea of sharks. Thomas and Conan had gone to high school together and sometime last year, he'd met him again at Blue Diamond, Thomas was too proud for his own good and was a chronic talkative. He invited himself to the seat opposite Conan and stretched his hand out for a handshake which Conan accepted.

“They listed every name. Someone’s still watching us.” Thomas rubbed his face. “I thought this was finally over.” Lena and I exchanged a heavy look. “Sarah Whitmore,” I said quietly. “Eleanor’s daughter. She got released months ago. She knows all these names.” “Or it could be someone else we haven’t even considered,” Lena added. Thomas straightened. “I’m not running. Connor and Lily deserve their cousins. I deserve a brother. If this is a threat, we will face it together.” He sounded determined, but the fear lingered in his eyes. Holding that letter, the old dread settled in my chest. This wasn’t over. Someone had picked up the torch and was out there right now, watching, waiting, ready to s

“Connor, dinner’s almost ready. Do you want to help me set the table?” Connor looked up, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. “Yes, Mommy!” He hopped down from the stool, scurrying over to the cupboard to grab a handful of forks and spoons with his small hands. Celine couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness. “Easy, little one. Just two plates, okay? Martha isn’t here tonight.” Connor nodded earnestly, his brow furrowed with concentration as he set the silverware on the table with meticulous care. Celine’s heart warmed at the sight; these simple moments felt like stolen treasures, rare and precious.

Thorne chuckled amusingly. Oh my God! What in the name of a disgusting claim did I just hear? I squeeze my face in unease. This Connor is here to rebel against his step-brother because he was given warning for touching females inappropriately? My concern now is that who is he that the Thorne has to go as far as to give a red alert warning for his meeting with him?

Hannah asks awkwardly while staring at the ground instead of at Evan. He opens his mouth to answer her question when the sound of someone clearing their throat catches their attention. They turn their heads to see the brunette girl holding a piece of paper in her hand and smiling slightly. "Uh hey, uhm...I came to talk to you about your brother...I'm Connor, by the way, nice to meet you..uhm" Connor fumbles nervously with his fingers as he speaks, "I' ve heard a lot about you, so yeah um I think you should read this letter. That is if you want to. I won't force you to or anything..I just thought maybe it would do you good.."

The boys gulped and looked at each other. “Keep eating.” Thomas declared and took a bite of his own burger. He was about to take another bite when the sound of footsteps filled his ears. His heart raced at the thought that it was Nora, his sworn enemy, at the door of the warehouse. He turned and saw an old man, looking lost and confused.

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.

“Connor's expecting us. He's clearing out his roommate for the night so we can talk privately.” “Can we trust him?” Marcus asks, ever cautious. “He has no love for my father.” Warren pockets his phone. “And he owes me several favors. So yes, we can trust him.” We take the stairs to the third floor. Connor is waiting by his apartment door— a lanky wolf with shaggy brown hair and cautious eyes. He nods at Warren, then looks at the rest of us with barely concealed nervousness. “You're really doing this?” he asks quietly. “Going against Alpha Rowan?”

she continued to introduce the others," my son Robbie and my other son...wait... where is Connor?" "I'm right here." I heard a voice sound from behind the family. George moved away and I spotted the boy lying lazily on the porch swing. He spotted me and immediately got up,coming towards me. He had black hair and brown eyes . He was tall and easily towered over me, then again most people did since I was only five feet and three inches. "Hello, I am Connor ,"his voice was a deep velvety baritone. I stuck out my hand to shake but he took it and slowly brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************