Billie O Connell Novels & Stories

O'Connell, due to the heartache he was still carrying, decided to follow his paternal grandmother to London for a few months. His paternal grandma Estella, who still had the body of a young lady, despite being fifty-nine, was a retired model, who owned a modelling agency in London. The woman resided both in London and in Nigeria. So the time she announced that she wanted to leave for London in a few weeks, O'Connell told her he wanted to tag along with her.

she asked, again. "Listen to me, Serena. I'm not the sort of person men marry," she explained. "Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another," Serena replied with an aspiration face. "Conor is the one, Billina," she added. "Really? What made you think that I'm going to marry a fuck boy?" Billina laughed hysterically. "Well... he's not... apparently..." as Serena was about to speak further, Billina threw a bundle of magazines on the table where Conor Ostin was on the front pages of every popular magazine cover.

"Yup." Even though she felt awkward, she still kept the passport safely in her bag and continued to watch her movie on the laptop. An enthusiastic Connie poked her head to have a look at the movie Hilda watched. "Darling, what movie are you watching? Can I join you?" Hilda chuckled before turning the laptop in Connie's direction. The moment the powerful Connie, also known as the callous Connie Jordan, became a loving mother, her insensitivity melted into one of vulnerability. She could treat the entire world cruelly, but not her little princess.

I said, looking around the lift which was filled with people and all gave me the same look but glad at the next stop, they went out except that lady. "Don't worry about their looks. They were empathizing with you," she said with a tight smile, I didn't ask anything as I comprehended what she meant. "But you know an amazing fact? Mr Connell is like a perfectionist. He nags and fires people on small negligence but if you will give your best then you will be able to cope and his ex-assistant is the best example of it," she further said. I smiled, blinking my eyes and said, "I hope I can hold up here. Well, you are?"

He rolled lazily onto one elbow and contemplated her. “Maybe me.” “I don’t get it… You broke your own heart?” Probably just as well he was confining his progeny to zoo animals. “You really want my story, Billie?” “Sure.” Billie had a million things to do that afternoon, but it was a gorgeous day, and no matter how hard she worked, she’d always have another million things waiting. “I was living in California, working as a surf instructor and a yoga teacher, as well as working in a school. The thing is, when people do sports, they tend to get a nice endorphin rush going. And I had a lot of female students.”

“Mrs Wilson” the secretary’s voice was cold and full of contempt. She placed a thick folder on the glass table that separated them. “Mr Wilson asked me to deliver these divorce papers, all you need to do is sign.” On the other side of the booth, dressed in the plain gray uniform of the prison sat Vanessa Lucas, once the socialite wife of Jacob Wilson now reduced to a convict in the eyes of the world. She didn’t touch the folder. Her gaze sharp despite the dark circles under. Her eyes shifted from the papers to the secretary, Vanessa's lips curved into a faint mocking smile “So this is how it is? Jacob can’t even face me himself?”

Mariela's voice was shrill, manic, the full force of her obsessive personality exposed. As Mariela finished her frenzied confession, detailing every step of the conspiracy with chilling pride—the planting of Clara, the arrangement of the tax audit through Cuis's contacts in the bureaucracy, and the specific instructions Lily passed via coded notes during visitations—a figure emerged silently from the shadowy, far corner of the restaurant. It was an elegantly dressed woman, her face pinched with a mixture of shame and absolute despair. She walked slowly toward the booth, stopping just behind Mariela.

That was the first step to owning our little doll. My tablet and Law's dinged, it was a file from Leon. "Baron ran a background on Billie," Leon said. The report was blunt. She's twenty four, orphaned after her twin sister and parents died in a crash, tied to a church that's known to be a cult and is married to Brian Luke. I flipped through photos from school to present. Only one picture of her with her family during Christmas. Her twin sister was identical to her. "There's nothing off," I said at first.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

They hadn’t been close when they were younger but had reconnected when Jane had returned to town after getting her training as a physical therapist. Both were single, around the same age, with no interest in the party scene, so they had a lot in common and could talk easily about almost anything. Jane also encouraged her to take care of herself and have fun every so often. Jane glanced at the table of women who were now moving on to other things. “Billie is quite something else.” Regina nodded. “Yeah. I know she was just playing around. I just…” Nervously, she twisted her fingers together “I haven’t figured out how to respond naturally.”