Aot Connie Novels & Stories

“I’m busy, Madam Ambassador.” “Don’t take that tone. I didn’t waste my time traveling into town when I should be heading back to Colombo.” “Then why aren’t you?” Connie gritted her teeth and turned with an outstretched hand. “I’d like you to meet Mr. Hugo Elofson. He’s an investor who would like to contribute to the clinic.”

Sam stirred the rest of the vegetables of her stew, putting carrots aside on her plate, she stared me. “Don’t tell the boys what I said, you know how difficult it’s for Connie to open himself. He met a girl, she works at the night club on the road that goes to Walter’s ranch. He was really excited about her, they were going out for a while and the thought that things were starting to get serious between them, but then the caught her making fun of him to another stripper, because of his stutter, Connie got depressed, the got a few days off work and decided to isolate himself a little that’s all.” “I don’t like this, Sam, the last time Connie was like this, sad, isolated from the world, he did

Taking one last deep breath, I open the car door and step out, taking in the fresh scent of the untouched woods around me, reminding me of the peace that I felt the last time here. The door to the cabin opens and Aunt Connie appears on the small front porch, with her hands on her hips and asks, “What took you so long to get here?” Aunt Connie’s eyes then moved to Luna Rayne, and she asks, “And who is this?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him away from her.” “I think I have an idea,” Connie said with a devilish grin, leaning forward conspiratorially. Sky turned toward her. “What kind of idea?” Connie leaned close, whispering into her ear. What she said made Sky’s lips curl into a smile. “That’s a great idea. But are you sure it’ll work?” “I’m very sure,” Connie replied confidently. “A hundred percent. Just like last time.” “Alright. How do we start?” Sky said slowly, determination carving into her face.

’ ‘It was a business lunch, Connie. She’d been given a bowl of chicken soup by the owner of the local Chinese restaurant while his teenage son translated the document she’d found. Nate had been very fond of Chinese food and they’d all been so sweet to her. So kind. She’d even managed a couple of mouthfuls of the soup. Connie wasn’t impressed by her ‘business lunch’, however. ‘What kind of business you do dressed like that, huh? What would Mr Nate say if he saw you go out like that?’

She seized me up and asked, “You are willing to set them free?” “Yes. It’s the last thing I will do for Nigel as his wife,” I said. Connie pondered. There was a calculating gleam in her eyes. After a small pause, she nodded, “Very well. Meet me in the side door outside of the West Wing tomorrow night. I’ll have the car waiting for you,” Connie said. She was willing to help! Which was wonderful! I was so thrilled. I grabbed Connie’s hands and beamed, “Thank you so much, mother! I really appreciate everything you have done for me.”

“This is a hunt, not a social hour.” “Connie, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Trillium pouted, her husky voice curled around the edges like a 1940’s movie star–all breath and high-pitched syllables. “Mavey and I are catching up. We can always catch some stupid rabbit or turkey or whatever later.” “It’s quail,” Connor corrects, pointing to his own copy of the list, “and wild boar, neither of which will come anywhere near us unless we are much quieter.”

“You don’t need an Alpha, Connie. You can be perfectly happy with an—” “An Omega?” Connie spat. “He’s an Omega. There’s no way I’d be able to bring him around my friends or my…” her voice trailed off and I felt Enzo going still beside me. I looked at him, confused, for a moment. “Your what?” I urged, but they both remained silent, staring at one another. I felt uncomfortable for a moment before Enzo finally spoke. “When did they contact you?” “Last year,” Connie answered, keeping her eye on Connie.

The next morning after getting only four hours of sleep, I'm wide awake because I hurt like hell and feel like death warmed over. I wake Dom up to come out and have a smoke with me; I don't want to go alone. He happily joins me in the garage as Connie comes home from work. Dom had called her last night and told her what happened. Connie is an E.R. nurse at the other hospital in town. She smiles at us as she gets out of the car. She hates that the three of us are smokers but she's given up trying to get us to stop. She gives Dom a hug and kiss and turns to me wanting to see my stitches, and approving of how they were done.

The people behind Connie also wore the same logo and some were the Damien's that the Bowen brothers met before. Connie gave a cold smile, but did not seem to loosen her grip at any moment. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, Connie Jordan? I'm now standing right in front of you. Do what you can!" Oliver also seemed to realize something. "Connie, you are the Connie?! You?!..." His words instantly shocked the entire Damien Family. When did Connie become Connie Jordan... Now, everyone started to remember Connie's vague explanation of her whereabouts over the years when she first returned, she explained that she was mining in Africa.