Connie Springer Novels & Stories

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

Connie asked batting her brown eyes as she tucks a piece of her curly chocolate brown hair behind her ear. "No, thank you. I'm good." Jade said without making eye contact with her. "Oh come on. Just a teeny tiny drink?" Connie begged and my blood began to boil. Irritaion began to roll off of Jade and I decided to step in. "Connie, was it?" I ask. Connie flirtatiously nodded her head biting her bottom lip. "Well, Connie, Jade said 'no thank you'. Plus he also has a mate and it would be inappropriate."

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Ariadne asked again, visibly annoyed at Connie’s sudden arrogance. Connie let out a wicked laughter. “Ohh, my little precious innocent cutie crush, you don’t know what you did, do you? How can you know? Do I look like those fools who you can deceive with your innocent looks? Save the pretense for those who need it” She sneered.

Sky snapped. “Whoa, easy,” Connie said, unfazed. “I just saw them walking into that bridal shop on Market Street, ‘The Bridal Palace.’ You know it? Super chic spot, I’ve been there twice—” “Don’t you have other things to do, Connie?” Sky interrupted sharply. “Oh, I’m the bad guy now?” Connie scoffed. “When next you see them, shove the address right down your itchy throat, bitch.” Sky hissed and ended the call abruptly.

I know Enzo has been keeping in touch with her periodically and that things were going great for Connie, but I haven’t spoken to Connie myself since Monstro. Enzo mentioned a few weeks ago that Connie was thinking about coming to visit, but when we didn’t hear anything more from her, we figured she changed her mind. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound happy to see her, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit nervous. She held up her hand and showed off a giant and gorgeous diamond ring! “Check it out, bitches! I’m getting married!!!!” She squealed. By reflex, Brianna jumped to her feet and squealed as well, joining us in a small huddle.

His voice didn't hold a shred of emotion. "Yes, yes. She's my son's girlfriend," Connie said. She quickly grabbed my chin so the bodyguard could see me better. "Look closely—doesn't she look just like the woman Mr. Olson hasn't been able to get over? She learned how to dance in the past, is in great shape, and is obedient. She'll definitely satisfy Mr. Olson." My stomach lurched. The bodyguard was quiet for a few seconds before jerking his chin at his partner. "Let them know."

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.