Connie Springer Novels & Stories

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."

’ Not waiting for an answer, she opened her bag, found a banknote and gave it to her. ‘Just for emergencies,’ she said. ‘No need to rush back. Toby deserves a treat.’ Then, feeling as if she had to explain why she was inviting a strange man into her home the day after Naten’s funeral, ‘This is Naten’s brother, Dan, Connie. We’re just going to look through some papers.’ She turned to where Dan was standing in the kitchen doorway. ‘Connie is our nanny, housekeeper, surrogate mother. I don’t know how we’d manage

“You are Winifred Zea?” Connie looked at Winifred, the muscles on her face twitched slightly. “That is right. And you are here for me?” “Exactly.” Connie regained her composure after the initial confusion. She continued, “I will introduce myself. My name is Connie Yorke, and I am from Prime City. I am here not for what happened just now, though.” Winifred Zea was perplexed. She had never heard of the name Connie Yorke nor seen that name among any of Autumn Field Group’s business partners.

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.

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 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.

“Why are you smiling like that, Connie?” “I found the love of my life,” Cornelia said, eyes glittering. The rest of the group turned to her, baffled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alejandro muttered, unimpressed. “I met him! He’s a Nigerian prince. His name is Mussa. Look how handsome he is!” she said proudly, flashing his pictures on her phone. Laughter erupted instantly. “You can’t be serious,” Ryan said, nearly choking. “That’s obviously a scam,” Suhee said.

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."