Connie X Ginger Novels & Stories

" I'd asked him, but he'd just ignored me. "Known him for almost four years now. He and Bur served in the Marines together," she stated. Ginger was Burdock's ol' lady and they complimented one another. Ginger had auburn colored hair and was small, standing a little over five feet. Slight build, and vivid green eyes. Burdock, being the typical Marine type, carried a thick chest and broad shoulders on a frame over six foot Tall, muscular, slim-hipped, blue-eyed, with blond-hair and beach-boy looks. Pushing the deep red locks out of her face, Ginger looked at me, pensive. "You know, I don't know that I've ever heard him called by anything other than Satan." Then with a nod, she said, "I'll see

His voice was a little hoarse. "God knows what else would've gone wrong if I didn't come?" Seeing how close the two of them were, Ginger yelled, "You bitch! How dare you cheat on Sean? I knew you were an evil woman! You're just after the Fordham family's prestige!" As soon as she said that, someone slapped her on the face. Kelvin said coldly, "Take her away. Watch her closely, and don't let her kill herself." Ginger's men were cleaned out very quickly.

She then drew back and looked down at her mother, "How are you, Mom?" "Good," Ara replied. Then her gaze caught on her daughter’s hair. “I am happy to see you didn't color your hair again.” If there was one thing Ginger felt insecure about, it was her hair. Ara was happy to see that she was embracing her natural traits. "I am thinking about dying them blue," Ginger replied, serious. "Not blue," Ara refused, aghast. "Red suits you. You're a walking disaster anyway. People need a warning," Nate teased with a smirk.

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.

Connie said, firmer this time. But her voice wavered just a fraction. “Morning, bitches. What are we gossiping about?” Hori said as she wandered in frowning. “Nothing,” Connie said quickly. I smiled wider at Hori. “Just getting to know our resident matchmaker. Connie’s a pro at pairing people. Maybe she can help me and Roderigo climb the rankings.” Hori snorted. “Good luck. Kyrian and Connie are bottom two right now, but they’re cute together.”

With Jr and Connor, I can promise none of them are dying but at the same time I can’t promise their love stories will be all rainbows and cupcakes, I shed tears writing some of the plot holes and thus I’ll have to make you shed tears too. That’s all for now, be nice. CONNOR/ KADE HAWKINS THE GINGER WITH THE ‘fuck me’ leopard print heels hadn’t stopped whatever it was she was doing. And by whatever it was, I meant peering at me like I was a demon who had escaped hell and tried to drag her along to my own hell. And damn it, this was hell.

I was wondering what they were doing. “Step back a little and don’t look at them directly or you will hurt your eyes if they have to go that far.” Lumar told us and we did as he said. First Ginger put her right hand on Brads shoulder and I noticed her eyes turn this really purple color and then I heard it. It sounded like three voice at the same time but it was only Ginger who was talking.

She decided to provoke her. ‘There is Nick, maybe we should go and see him, what do you say Connie?’ Trish screamed as if with excitement. She purposely said Nick instead of Mickey to test how Connie would react. Connie’s mind was drifting and at the mention of the name Nick she almost jumped in her sea looking at the cars around them, she asked ‘Where is he?’ the terror in her expression was unmistakable.

She looked up when Maggie opened the shed door and immediately went back to cleaning the motorbike without a word at her. “So I’m saving all my love for you,” she sang. A smile tugged at Maggie’s lips as she walked closer. “Whitney Houston?” she cocked her head to the side as she observed the teenager with her lip piercing and thickly lined lids. “I didn’t take you for the romantic type.” And Ginger’s shaggy, short red hair with her emo make-up with a little bit of goth where her laced up boots were concerned didn’t fit the romantic type.

“You’re smart enough to conquer the bionic world. And sweetie, talking about mud, you need a shower. An actual shower.” “Mom!” “I’m getting my ass off this bed and finding you some shampoo. And a good conditioner.” “I smell like victory.” Chantal grinned. “Like Rambo and Rocky combined.” “You smell like a stinky smart-ass.” Straightening with a groan, Connie hobbled to the door. Gage stepped inside, balancing three bowls of mousse. “Hand them over and come with me.” “Madam Amb—Connie?” “Chantal needs pajamas and soap. Toothpaste. Face wash. Body lotion.” Connie listed off items, and Gage handed over the desserts and pulled out his phone to tap out the list.