Connie Springer Novels & Stories

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.

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

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.”

Connie was furious, saying, "I used to think Dalton had such refined taste and thought he was interesting. Turns out even he's fallen for Vesta!" Before Charlene could reply, a sleazy-looking man approached them. He and Connie were acquainted. 08:52, Chapter 30. Before he could finish, Connie knew his intentions. "What trash, thinking you can hit on my friend? Get lost!" The man's expression darkened. "You, Connie!" "Connie glared at him. The Snyders were not to be messed with, so he didn't dare to truly anger Connie and left. Connie took a big gulp of her drink, her chest aching with anger. How many is that tonight, coming to hit on you? Why are all these trash men coming our way? And why d

Connie muttered. "When did they recruit?" "Year and a half probably," Nolan said. "Can you guys gather some info for me?" "Heavens! She wants us to act as her spy now. Princess, you're crazy." Nolan exaggerated as Violet glared at him. They both were tall with muscles. Where Connie has brown hair with a buzz cut. Nolan had dirty blond hair that was gelled back perfectly like a prince. "This palace made me crazy. Your good-for-nothing prince made me crazy. Don't even get me started!" She breathed heavily glaring at Nolan who was shunned to silence as he stared at her shocked.

"From the very first time you brought Winnie to a business dinner and made me drink on her behalf, I started looking into you. You've really let me down, Fred." I pulled out my phone, tapped on a video, and held it out in front of Connie. On the screen, Fred cradled a newborn in his arms, his face soft and tender with affection. Next to him, a young, pretty woman was leaning against his shoulder, smiling sweetly. The background was clearly the apartment at Goldbridge Residences. Connie watched the video, trembling all over. The last sliver of hope in her eyes shattered. Then, she suddenly scrambled up from the floor and lunged—not at me, but straight at Fred.

Cooler now, sharper, more regal. “Maria,” Connie said coldly. “Of course. She just had to show up to ruin our perfect day.” I stared at the woman again, suddenly hyper-aware of the weight of her presence. “She hasn’t aged at all,” Connie muttered. “Botox and denial will do that.” “She hasn’t seen us yet, we can get our bill and just leave. Don’t let her ruin our day.” I said. “I don’t care if she does see us. I am out for brunch with my beautiful daughter-in-law, I am not going to hide from anyone.” Connie snapped. But her jaw flexed, her grip tightening around the stem of her glass. For a second, neither of us said anything.

She also preferred that someone to be Connor the con the artist. *****************************************

We hadn’t spoken since my confession at the art show, and I was hoping we wouldn’t have to talk about this again. It was a moment of weakness on my part, and it wasn’t something I was going to allow to happen again. Connie was right the other day when she said I needed to stay away from Sheryl. It was for her own good. But her tight yoga pants and a tank top that she wore, hugged her body and fit around her every curve so perfectly that I found it hard to resist her. Plus, I promised I’d be her partner for the remainder of this semester because I’m the only one who