Unwind Connor Novels & Stories

... That night, I scrolled through Megan's social media. A video showed a plate of neatly-cut steak and a glowing scented candle nearby. The vibe was romantic, and the caption was ambiguous. [Can't cut this steak. Good thing Desmond is here.] A familiar voice sounded in the background. It was none other than Desmond. Soon, Megan posted again. Her manicured fingers held a glass jar of candy, her excited squeals filling the air. [OMG! Thank you for the gift!]

While Aiden and I proceeded to fight our uncle. Connor ran to free Noel and Zelda from their shackles. “Wolfsbane,” Connor screamed. He endured the pain and finally succeeded in freeing them. Knowing she was now safe gave me the focus I needed to fight my uncle, which Aiden and I began to do. But we were no match for his might and experience, as he really beat the hell out of us. But we wouldn't go down.

"Let me get this straight, you fired my friends, who have been with the pack for their entire lives, to bring in a large family of bears, several of which have dealt drugs to our pups, and promoted one of them to the second top position in a wolf pack?" "Well, son, it sounds bad when you put it like that..." Luther was still talking when Connor ended the call. Maybe it was time he got his teeth stuck into a new project. Maybe he just needed a clean start? Whatever the reason, Connor walked out of his room in a daze. He moved down the hall until he reached the door on the end and knocked. When Damon answered a few moments later, Connor was ready for him. "Count me in." He said, solemnly shaki

"Connor what happened to him ?" Ami was scared, she was looking at Josh, and he looked like he was literally dying in their hands. Connor got him down on his back and was listening to his chest. "He got trapped under a falling wall in one of the after quakes, I had to revive him, I think he has a punctured lung". He tried to use his enhanced Wolf senses, feeling and smelling how his friend was feeling, but once again there was no contact to his wolf.

Full on pounding like they were trying to wake the whole floor. I groaned, rolled over, stumbled to the door in my underwear. Peered through the peephole. Connor. Fuck. Connor was our ace pitcher. 6 '4 " easy, shoulders that looked like they could bench a truck, arms thick from years of throwing heat. Legs like tree trunks, chest that filled out every team shirt until the fabric looked painted on. The dude lived in the weight room. Protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, dinner. Everyone called him Captain Protein behind his back, but to his face it was just Connor or Connie. He was the guy who carried the vibe on the team, always laughing loudest, always ready with a dumb one liner. Right now

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

Revenge for what he’d never know. Back in his cabin, Connor threw his glass of whiskey against the wall. He was fuming, to say the least. “How the hell does this keep happening?” he said to himself. Hands in his hair. Pacing back and forth. “He always has one up on me and I can never seem to overpower his pack. They’re not machines. There has to be a weakness there. I just need to find out what it is so that I can exploit it.” Connor sat back down at his desk, pulled out a new glass from his desk drawer, and poured himself another glass of whiskey. He had to because he was close to ripping his cabin apart he was so angry.

Connor said through his gritted teeth in resentment while he was spitting out blood, “I won’t let you off for this. I won’t ever—” Kayson slapped his shoulder and destroyed his muscles with his Novem Lightning Zero Impact. Connor let out an agonizing scream instantly.

I asked, and he smiled. "Wade and I are right over there, not far from where you passed. I saw you, but you didn't see me, I guess. I didn't want to be rude, so I thought I'd come up and say hi. I'll leave you to your girls' night; see you tomorrow Taylor," Connor said and walked back over to Wade. Wade grinned at me, and I waved at him before returning to my table. "Why was Connor Cunningham all up in your grill just now? He knows you are practically married, right?" Sasha asked and glared over at Connor and Wade, who were busy chatting it up with two blonde bimbos.

"Papa.” Connor approached Torin, his gaze fixed on him, unwavering, filled with a mixture of emotions. Just like Torin, he was overwhelmed with uncontrollable rage and sadness, feeling as if he had been thrown back into the past, when he had lost Bethany and had to watch Torin cry in heartbreak. Yesterday, Connor had been enthusiastic about the progress of their plan to conquer the Frostholm Pack. He believed that Torin could take advantage of the situation. The exchange of Vione for Mireya and Phillip was only a formality. They would use this opportunity to ambush the Frostholm Pack.